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