A toll enshrouded spectre; with demons wings

Surrounded by a pale and cold radiance

Eyes so morbidly and brilliant

Unchained is the devil of Ira



Arriving to the throne buildt in coldest blackstone

Towering above a mantle of thick fog

Reflections into the whispering waters



I have worshipped thee below in centuries of time

Scripts older than time itself reveals the coming of our lord



In the domain of the blackest dark I gaze into the flames

Satan; let the scytche of death sweep across the landscape



A horizon covered with darkness; the fog creeps over the mountains

Lay low the ramparts; open wide the portals of hell



In nomine dei nostri Satthanas...

...In the name of the master Satan, his excellence Lucifer

I summon the forces of darkness and the infernal powers within



Beyond the black fog; Satan's realm

Beyond the black fog; the realm of Satan



The moon turns bloodred and the holocaust storms rises from the north

Awaiting the hordes of hell to come forth

Hate is the heart, Death; the striving vision

...My dark soul is immortal



"Scripts older than time itself reveals the coming of the wrath,

unchained is the devils of Ira. Satan's wings his scytche of death"



Raging battles, Bathin; mighty warlord

Again you shall lead the men of might, against the week and feeble light



Beyond the black fog; Satan's realm

Beyond the black fog; the realm of Satan