At this dark hour of midnight
We purify ourselves
Over this well where prayers are heard deep below
Clad in black robes
In a circle of ten we stand
The candles cast long shadows over the graves
We call forth the angel of untimely death
To bring the end to our enemy
Descend and strike him down
With whips of fire
Chain him in the infernal pit
Where he shall burn forever
The priest blows the horn
It's cry awakens the night
And pierces the hearts of our enemies with fright
For this is the secret
That you must fear
A curse of death, a fire bladed spear
We call forth the angel of untimely death
To bring the end to our enemy
Descend and strike him down
With whips of fire
Chain him in the infernal pit
Where he shall burn forever
Viewless essence, thin and bare,
See thou melted into air,
Still with horror hovering near
Thy earthly form shall disappear,
Be thou doomed to soar or sink,
Pass upon the awful brink,
The wounds renew their clottered flood,
And every drop cry blood for blood!
We call forth the angel of untimely death
To bring the end to our enemy
Descend and strike him down
With whips of fire
Chain him in the infernal pit
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