Under the moonlight, bitter falls a tear over the face of memories. Oh, shining blade! Cut my flesh, so that be the Sacred Fire nourished by my vital fluid. And you! Spirits of the Air, leave smoke as a sign of my rite. Stone after stone, I create my Lucus and so I divide the world of human dimension from the one of Gods. How wonderful falling into this darkness. Blow up the last torches and shut up your eternal chant. Lucifer! Helel Ben Shahar. Shining Master of light, Prince of dawn, wipe the shadows out of my spirit, banish weakness from my body, give me the strangth of Power, let my throat be ripped up by crying My Devotion. In my devotion the sign of Voor. In my devotion the sword of Hathoor. May the four elements become my allies, may the faith of darkness be my weapon and the spirit my temple. Son of time's forces, deter my mind from the wicked ignorance of the Lambs of god. In my devotion the sign of Voor. In my devotion the sacred Tor. The circle of power be a sacred place, shield and protection from the followers of the nazarene. Light in the light and light in the darkness. I seize my nature, the five edged star adorns my breast and my hands clutch the club. We are wolves in the sacred wood of life. In my devotion the sign of Voor. In my devotion Bathym Belem Gomor. Take me, oh ferryman, through the vision of my death, the heat of the Great Black Veil. My hearse brought in slow procession by the No Named, my reunion with Mother Earth, the keeper of the dreams last turning his clepsydra, the breaking up of the black mirror and The Guardians of the threshold will open the last Portal. Let the candles burn out, darkness consumes light, time divours life. My Eternal Devotion to Darkness.