Invocation - Azarath

Raise the chalice, mistress of earth

Neither mine, nor bread we will sanctify here

Veins spill the sweet red nectar

Those beyond the gate shall devour the flesh

Open the seal!

Raise the chalice, grand master

Through blood we speak to the Dark Gods

Pass the chalice, close the circle

With flesh we feed the hunger of chaos

«(…) And now we travel from flame to flame

And tower from the will to the glory!

Agios o Baphomet!

Agios o Baphomet!»

…From flame to flame… Agios o Baphomet!

The air around seems to breathe

The air seems to touch our skin

We are the key, we invoke Thee

Come, enter your world of sin

Blood down your throat, mistress

Delighted we behold the colour of your lips

Pass the chalice, close the circle

«To Satan, the giver of life… grant us our desires!»

Open the seal!

Enter our world!

«To Satan, the giver of life… grant us our desires!»

«To You, Satan, Prince of Darkness, Lord of the Earth!»