Pentagram of the Black Earth - Behexen

Standing on the axis of two worlds

I raise the black pentagram high

Towards the northern darkness

Where thy horrid throne stands

Dark monument under the wing of night

Obscure forms slithering out

From its cavities and tunnels

Which all give way to thy shadow

I conjure thee with thy many names

Lord beyond the Mortiferic gates

Resurrect thyself from the pit

And grasp me with the hand of night

Touch each angle of this pentacle

And implant thy essence in them

It shall serve me as a blazing shield

From the sight of the profane ones

Empower the pentacle, thy robust image

And connect it with the earth where my feet stand

So that my spirit may be one with thee

Lord of the black earth, Belial!