The Conjuring (Live At The Cow Palace/San Francisco/1992)

Welcome to our sanguinary sect of worship.
Feel at home in our black conventicle,
As we anathematise
All of those who oppose us.
Don't summon the devil,
Don't call the priests,
If you need the strength
The conjuring. Obey!

Behold the flames rise
From the compass' cardinal points.
Burn the sacred oil,
And, with the ashes you'll annoint.

Arrange the symbols,
Of the wizard, and, magician.
Light the candles,
Place the parchment paper in position.
Between its leaves place
The lash from a black cat's eye,
A straw of a broom,
Fold, and, burn, and, centralise.

Don't summon the devil,
Don't call the priests,
If you need the strength,
The conjuring.

I am the devil's advocate,
A salesman, if you will
You know my name. I met your father years ago,
Gave him what he'd please.
He called my name, you'll do the same.

I'm claiming what is mine by right,
It's time to close the deal.
You're bought and sold, bought and sold.

Come join me in my infernal depths,
Mephisto's hall of fame.
I've got your soul, I've got your soul.
The conjuring. Obey!