He runs through an old misty moor

Surrounded by darkness and cold

Hunted by the christians so weak

Clad in shadows and nocturnal veil



Searching for a shelter in the somber night

Escaping the holy christian light

Seeing a shadow, standing so proud

Great evil shade, secret to the crowd



Oh mighty Andras, piss on the hypocrites

Crush the christian race and give them shameful kiss

Oh warlock Andras, spit on the sacred face



He enters the tower of darkest might

Invokes his spells from the deepest of nights

Pervert legions smite the sheep soul infidel

Hordes of dusk arrive, they shall prevail



Oh mighty Andras, piss on the hypocrites

Crush the christian race and give them shameful kiss

Oh warlock Andras, spit on the sacred face