A toll enshrouded spectre; with demons wings
Surrounded by a pale and cold radiance
Eyes so morbidly and brilliant
Unchained is the devil of Ira
Arriving to the throne buildt in coldest blackstone
Towering above a mantle of thick fog
Reflections into the whispering waters
I have worshipped thee below in centuries of time
Scripts older than time itself reveals the coming of our lord
In the domain of the blackest dark I gaze into the flames
Satan; let the scytche of d**h sweep across the landscape
A horizon covered with darkness; the fog creeps over the mountains
Lay low the ramparts; open wide the portals of hell
In nomine dei nostri Satthanas...
...In the name of the master Satan, his excellence Lucifer
I summon the forces of darkness and the infernal powers within
Beyond the black fog; Satan's realm
Beyond the black fog; the realm of Satan
The moon turns bloodred and the holocaust storms rises from the north
Awaiting the hordes of hell to come forth
Hate is the heart, d**h; the striving vision
...My dark soul is immortal
"Scripts older than time itself reveals the coming of the wrath,
unchained is the devils of Ira. Satan's wings his scytche of d**h"
Raging battles, Bathin; mighty warlord
Again you shall lead the men of might, against the week and feeble light
Beyond the black fog; Satan's realm
Beyond the black fog; the realm of Satan