Shadows in the black fog...
 Restless, endless, soulless, wandering
 Gate of darkness' morbid children
 Shadows in the black fog
 Dawn of evil blood so eagerly awaiting
 Raised within an ark of grace and
 Beauty hidden

 When they creep from their layre
 In the mass-graves,
 On the dark fields of infinite anguish,
 Under a hollow indifferent sky,
 The eternal sky

 It is time to reach out for the sceptre.
 It is time for our master to conquer.
 It is time for the olde hooded reaper.
 Grim lorde death, he is once more to ryde.

 Shadows in the black fog
 Lifeless, fleshless, breathless, haunting
 Fear and plague and misery's messengers
 Shadows in the black fog
 Dawne of evilhearts so solemnly
 Embracing, leave their crypts to join
 The olde earth's funereal procession

 When they turne into shape in the
 Dark storm that will blow
 On the day of our glory
 On the day of mayhemic destruction

 For Lord Luzifer's triumph in heaven
 It is time to take over the
 Thrones of the earth
 and to rule over all with an iron fist
 It is time for the faceless
 Archangels to awake
 And to rise from the holiest of hells

 Shadows in the black fog
 Scornfull, wrathfull, dreadfull roaming
 Curse of mortals, doomsday's offspring
 Shadows in the black fog
 Ceremonial servants for our nightly
 Sacrificial mass for Satan and
 His demonic-court now reigning...