It is a night of ritual
It is Good Friday
Night of the passion of Christ
Night of ritual
The wind roars furiously
The city is impregnated
With a sulfurous smell infernal
And black spots run through
Its lonely streets
Ritual, ritual, ritual of powers
The power is ours
Ritual, ritual, ritual of powers
Nothing can against me
Ritual, ritual, ritual of powers
My enemies will fall
Ritual, ritual, ritual of powers
The ritual has begun
In a mansion
In an immense room
The creatures of the night
They lend themselves to casting spells
Inverted cross
The great pentacle
Smell of blood
Inverted cross
The ritual has begun
Ritual, ritual, ritual of powers
The power is ours
Ritual, ritual, ritual of powers
Nothing can against me
Ritual, ritual, ritual of powers
My enemies will fall
Ritual, ritual, ritual of powers
The ritual has begun