Paroles de Of Blackest Witchcraft

Come, infernal, terristial, and heavenly hosts Goddess of the (broad) high ways, of the crossroads Thou who goest (to and fro) at night, torch in hand Enemy of the day, friend and lover of darkness Thou who art walking amid the phantom and in the place of tombs Thou whose thirst is blood Thou who dost strike chill fear into mortal heart Gorgo, mormo, moon of a thousand forms Cast a propitious eye upon our sacrifice