When the spring open her arms

To meet the fragrance of May nights

Every creature of evil come to see

The miracle which was made for me.

On the big field filled with blood

Grows the flower which will never be cut.

And all the demons gathered around

To see the flower which will never be found

I`ll take this flower and hold it tight

It will help me in ancient rite.

Hail brides of Satan!

Open your wings and fly to the woods

Let`s make a Sabbath!!!

Hail, Lord! Please hear my pray

Destroy my enemies day by day

In the dark Evil Night

We will make a rite!