In the Forest, where night always dwells

Chants of satanic rituals are sung

To blaspheme the name of the Lord of Light

And curse the ones standing under His might



Screaming in the midst of the night, a creature rises

To consume the souls of light

With powers so unknown

To impress even the saints

And lure them into death

Such are the prophecies from forgotten days.



And the time is so near

that Darkness will conquer its way

out of the forest of the night

to spread its might



Calling for their Lord

The Saints live in fear

For the mark of the beast

Which is 666

The only way to buy some food

But also the mark for the Doomed



Lightning will pierce the night and bring the day

The Conqueror of all



The end has come for the spirits of evil

And the fools with the mark on their hand



The Satanic Forest burns in agony

With the lost therein.

Satan bound in chains for 1000 years

A Kingdom of peace begins