Summoning voices from distant fields

calling for magic of Satanic might

In midnight storms and thunder

around flaming stakes the witches dance



A fork of lightening cracks the sky

like a blaze in the winternight

still, heard are the hymns

the hymns invocing Satan



The light of day is now cursed by Him

and united is his warrior hordes

the pale cold light of the moon and the stars

now blessed by he who reigns in flames



so, creature of the night behold!

hold with pride your banners black

and to thos that tremble in fear

His voice speaks with thundering might



I have given life to shadows grim

and blessed this world with darkness

now kneel and swear allegiance to me

for the future to come is mine...