Walpurgis Lyrics

...and when Walpurgis fires will blaze the sky
Into the obscene brushwood we go
To sign Red book of Appin
Because grace and success are in our code

Thus spoken Black Goat l'Aspic
With wrested tongue of thousand infants
Our future traced with fire,
Of their torn bowels, He foretold

Upon The Devil's Stone
He has taken our souls