With 9 veils amde of dragon's blood weaved (from) the witches of Sagoth Drapped is the queen of darkness the empress of the moonclad tribes Within Enochian spiritforms she speaks the serpent words "The time came round you faithful ones (to) be my fiery blade (and) do my will" The flute now sings the hateful tunes The skulldrum gives the ritual rhythm The empress in a crimson trance begins the steps of the wardance With each veil transformed into soil black angels ride forth from Hades (to drown the world in blood and tears) as the spell of the nineth veil completes the warlust circle