A diabolic howling breaks the peaceful silence

Here the blood freezing sound form out there in the voids,

Form the eternally shadowed dominions of the night, night

Doomed sounds of the night, youll wish you were dead tonight

Cause this eve is raised by thee,

Whose wills to aggravate your destiny!

And gathered are now his knights,

Upon the ancient battlefield



The memorial mark of history

To celebrate the arrival of his greatest victory

This is the least of the ancients rebirth!



Wizards are chanting in circles to evoke all the fallen angels

Their brothers form a past time, brothers in magic and faith!



In a dark and nasty sphere

A small stream of light found its fate

The whore of Nazareth wandered

Or she walked towards the battlefield

From the darkness came a voice



Doomed sounds of the night, you'll wish you were dead tonight

Cause this eve is raised by thee,

Whose will's to aggravate your destiny!



I welcome thee disgusting whore, to taste the fruit of sin

To watch the final scene for the spirit of your son



Do you possess the power to fight the animal?

Do you possess the pride to ignore the one with horns?

Do you possess the art to kill your enemy?

No!



And gathered are now his knights,

Upon the ancient battle field

The memorial mark of history

To celebrate the arrival of his greatest victory

This is the last of the ancient's rebirth!



Oh, she burned, that night, in mighty flames of lust

The holy ghost was gone within the smoke of

burning blasphemy!

Burning blasphemy!