The winter sunset's gloom expels the light.
The solstice comes, inviting the old rite.
Upon the hill, a temple stands alone
Where strange, devoted, vile, inhuman things
Have sacrificed upon the mystic stone
Since long before the first Etruscan kings
Now the path is walked once more
Up to the crumbling ritual site
To call the one that men abhor
Out of the deepest voids of night
Before the shrine, the gathered halt
They see the winding, strange motifs
Depicting what they will exalt
In friezes and in carved reliefs
The portico resounds with verse
'Til now unsung by human choirs
The light on the old tablet's curse
Is the same stars and new-lit fires
The idol of the one they call
Is brought before the waiting crowd
And as one horrid voice from all
They chant the curse's words aloud
O, omnipresent emperor of night
Monstrum dormiens
Awaken and consume this living heart
Sacrificium
Rise up in all your everlasting might
Expergiscere
And rip this hypocritic world apart
Pater noctis
As darkness takes its firmest stranglehold
They pay the solemn ferryman with blood
To carry back the majesty of old
Who reigned unfettered long before the flood
The wine from the libation bowl
Will immolate the chosen soul
The haruspex eviscerates
The bloodless victim and consults
The entrails, seeing what awaits
He takes the liver and exults
He holds it high up in the air
For all to see it shining black
And by its form he can declare
The ancient god is coming back
O, omnipresent emperor of night
Monstrum dormiens
Awaken and consume this living heart
Sacrificíum
Rise up in all your everlasting might
Expergiscere
And rip this hypocritic world apart
Pater noctis
Your night-black wings will spread above once more
Tenebras totas
Materialize and hear our pleading call
Invocamus
Return us to the nothingess of yore
Interfice
Besiege this rotting realm and slaughter all
Extingue omnes