Hymn to the Fallen: I) Conjuration (Song of Azazel) / II) Goat Mass / III) Revelry (Feast of the Beast)
I) Conjuration
The flame is lit and the shadows have grown long We raise our voices in triumphant song We sing the praises of Azazel whom we call We invoke the spirits of our comrades who have fallen
We give thanks for the power and the gifts you have bestowed COME FORTH AZAZEL! We sing praises of the forces down below COME FORTH AZAZEL! We sing praises of Azazel whom we call COME FORTH AZAZEL! We conjur thee benefactor of us all COME FORTH AZAZEL!
COME FORTH - FROM THE NIGHT BRING US WEAPONS - BRING US MIGHT BRING US BEAUTY - BRING US LIGHT BRING US OBJECTS THAT DELIGHT
GIVE US MONEY - GIVE US DRUGS GIVE US LIQOUR - GIVE US GUNS FALLEN ANGEL WE CONJURE THEE COME AZAZEL - BE FREE!!!
Azazel! - I conjure thee! Darkest Lord now come to me! Azazel! - I conjure thee! Show yourself for all to see! Appear as man - appear as beast! Come to us and join our feast! Show yourself for all to see and join us in our Revelry!
II) Goat Mass
We are gathered here today to pay homage to the Dark Lord Azazel and this earthy representative: The Black Goat of the Northern Woods We bow in reverence and beseech thee that thou might grant a boon to each and every present. It is our darkest desire that thou join us in our Revelry!
III) Revelry
Release the Hounds!!!!!!
And the Hounds of Hell will eat tonight At the Feast of the Beast in the pale moonlight Our minds begin to fill with diabolical notions As we gorge ourselves on magic powders and potions We imbibe the spirits that intoxicate We cavort with our wenches and we copulate Come and join us in our Revelry!
Come on you motherfuckers!!!
Children of the Underworld come forth And claim that which is yours by birth Children of Darkness join us here Meet the Unholy Father of Fear Tonight we salute our fallen brothers Those who have died and a host of others We do not mourn but we celebrate For someday we shall all share this fate Eat, drink, be merry, get high... Tonight we induldge for tommorow we may die