Alone inside this cabin home under dark and moonless skies In a sacrament of ancient magick I call upon the night To bring me those for whom the silver blade were bore A ritualistic death By the blood of the feeble Through sacred rites and black magick In rivers of blood and in secrecy I am bound to an order aeons old May my bow long bend to your will And my blade sing your name And the hearts of the ones written bleed Whether it snow capped mountains high Or in caverns deep and old Under nights shaded black I will be For now I walk in the shadow of fear to Bring glory to the Dreadful one Can you hear the fainting whispers of a maiden calling out The names of the doomed For when the night wind's gale streams gallantly through the leaves And high stands a towering moon A ritualistic death By the blood of the feeble Through sacred rites and black magick In rivers of blood and in secrecy I am bound to an order aeons old