| Summoning the evil ghosts, creatures from cosmic fields | |
| Spreading their spell o'er the corpses of kings. | |
| In witchlight where we will meet. | |
| Necromancy, Sortilegium, Maleficiatores... | |
| 6666 Legions of Hell... | |
| We are one to inherit the earth | |
| Before a thousand years have passed. | |
| Ship the astral open | |
| By the principles of spiritual reanimation. | |
| And throw a horrid crape of pitch | |
| O'er the putrid gardens of (their) "joy". | |
| Praise Hail to the beast unholy | |
| Which haunteth in the aura of our spectres; | |
| Woven in time. Hermetically warped at the castles. | |
| ... The woods call for a bleeding child... | |
| Hearken! This is our curse. | |
| A treasure lieth beneath those trees. | |
| A new force is given birth... | |
| In the circle of our dark rites, | |
| Raping the angels, ringing His bell | |
| Bury the sunshine under His claws. | |
| Yearn for the ones on the pinnacles of Hell. | |
| On black thorns of chaos | |
| Where aeons fall to dust, distorted and perverted | |
| Before archaic northernmost tribunals of terror | |
| Enthronded by a demonforce for vengeance. | |
| Nailing down the earthly gods at a black crucifixion. | |
| Graves so cold | |
| Death or sleep it is the same behynde the visible | |
| Where damnation mocketh from its gaping chasm | |
| Blind, dark and mad. A circle of giants. | |
| Racing torrents, a cataract of stars. | |
| Into the shapeless central void... | |
| And atrocious winds surround the collossal abyss | |
| Where they lurk and rage on their thrones grotesque | |
| So infinitely cold. Unpatient for the last command. | |
| Until the universal end. |
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