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, rise with your demons

Servant of Satan, slayer of christ

Crush down the race of christian filth

Oh warlock Andras, ruler of night



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