Чернобог

Burn the black God an offering

Play a song for his suffering. 

Slay the black God a banquet.

Bring Czernobog a living feast.

Fight for the black God.

Dance on his hour. 

Dream for the black God

In the night's latest hour. 

Feel his breath upon you like smoke. 

Feel his ghost touch in fear. 

Feel his living darkness, 

Like a torrent of the deepest sea.

Know the black God,

Curse by his name, 

Drink the black God's blood.

Feel him enter you like a flood.

Take the brass goblet,

Tarnished in the no-light.

Ask not of its gushing contents,

Only drink, drink in the silk of evil.

Play a song on your lonely wooden pipes.

On the witching hour, call his name. 

Call in to you, the Dark God.

Call Czernobog.