GHOST - Aprotripism/ Apple the pagan's son

"They say the moon likes to play tricks on you
Like a selenian child with deceitful phases
And on a full moon's night,
This child finds itself especially playful
Some are particularly susceptible to these tricks
Others are not"

Tonight, when the moon is alight
When the candles burn bright
An ethereal sight marches on unholy spite

In nomine Patris et Fílii et Spíritus Sancti {In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit}
I pray, O'Lord, I pray

Worse than the scripture said, than the oldest tale
An eternal seance and funeral bells

Exorcizamus te, omnis immunde spiritus {We cast you out, every unclean spirit}
Omni satanica potestas {Every satanic power}
In nomini Jesu Christi {In the name of Jesus Christ}
Vade retro Satana {Begone, Satan}
Nunquam suade mihi vana {Never tempt me with your vanities}
Sunt mala quae libas, ipse venena bibas {What you offer me is evil, drink the poison yourself}
In nomini Jesu Christi {In the name of Jesus Christ}

Tonight we dance on the spells of yesterday
If I may cast away your devout dismay
This child in these spell-bound arms of mine
Could fall in the hands of hellish times

Unhand these blessed children
Pater noster, qui es in cælis {Our Father, who art in heaven}
Reprimand your hidden sins, oh
Sanctificetur nomen tuum {Hallowed be thy name}
Uninvited animosity;
Adveniat regnum tuum {Thy kingdom come}
Keep thy souls of the damned locked away
Fiat voluntas tua, {Thy will be done,}

Sicut in caelo et in terra {On earth as it is in heaven}
Sicut in caelo et in terra {On earth as it is in heaven}

You shall evade the cradle of holy youth
Every malevolent apparition
Every tragedy of ill intent
In the name of our only savior
Vade retro Satana {Begone, Satan}
Nunquam suade mihi vana {Never tempt me with your vanities}
Sunt mala quae libas, ipse venena bibas {What you offer me is evil, drink the poison yourself}
In the name of our only savior

Tonight we dance on the spells of yesterday
If I may cast away your devout dismay
These children abandoned without a sign
Could fall in the hands of hellish times

The shadows of your hands on the walls
Sway back and forth in a dizzying array
How much longer till your facade breaks down?
I pray before God; protect us on this night

Tonight we dance on the prayers of yesterday
If I may turn away from your grand display
These children were never left behind
And I don't believe in "hellish times"

Lest we fall to the hands of Hallows Eve
From the start we were bound to eternity
A cross in these spell-bound hands of mine
Et in hora mortis nostrae {And at the hour of our death}