Shamhain (Umbrae Ritualis)

During the night when all is visible I open the doors of Wisdom. Propitious instant for my sacrifice, propitious instant for every request. Burns, incense of hope! Burns, the torch of knowledge! While, mad human, I pour the blood of madness. My art is like a trapped bat in a small snare that is life. Like the ivy that suffocate the oak, now I kneel down myself in front of the Mather: receive us among your arms like imperiture stars, your sons come towards you, sempiternal moon
Endah hiv Alckhoth
Dem nevr Isht
Ehn hat Eshagt
Morset nevr Isht
Ca jd ol Faa
Ca jd ol Hom