Ave, salus infirmorum, miserere nobis! 
The wounds of the suffering are open 
My stigmas bleeding black 
Wounds from the five blades, 
of the inverted star 
The Devils black vomit 
flowing from the wounds 
The hammer of Satan 
has struck me by its brute strength 
Master! Guide my hands to your deeds 
terrifying cruelities 
for I am your spear 
and I am your born 
The sacred light of Lucifer 
Burns my skin in blisters 
Boil my flesh in your hatred 
Let your spirit live free in me 
Black and stabbing chains 
from the pentagram to my limbs 
through the wounds of devotion 
towards the evil destiny