naught within this circle all but emptiness expelled i am deep in wiccan and whore to demons works master i call thee master surround me with evil in our hearts this night we take revenge mote it be satan s sword i have become no son shall escape no word left unburned now the power is in me hellspawn in aeturnum i burn with hate to rid this world of the nazarene this night of splendor the beast arise in me this is my destiny my sword shall take life mote it be these unholy ones mote it be return to naught vengeance is mine with all of its emptiness my sword delivers curse this day in memory