Empty cemetery sepulchral fog   Known smell of decay soaks through my body   Aged tombstones destroyed by time   Sinful souls moans I hear in my imagination      I go forward into the abbeys   Instinct pushes me      The torches brightness lights up the way   Around the echo of chain which I'm pulling behind me   Dried tree is rocking by wind   Sitting black raven's terrifying screaming      The great fire lights catacombs   The great fire opens the gate of hell      Hell is calling me      Delight   Death   Hate   Satan   Wisdom   Evil   Truth   Satan      Angel of death are humming song   Condemners in chains are suffering in the name of god   Styks river purple of the blood   I am proudly standing in the line of fallen angels of death