Summoning voices from distant fields   calling for magic of Satanic might   In midnight storms and thunder   around flaming stakes the witches dance      A fork of lightening cracks the sky   like a blaze in the winternight   still, heard are the hymns   the hymns invoking Satan      The light of day is now cursed by Him   and united is his warrior hordes   the pale cold light of the moon and the stars   now blessed by he who reigns in flames      so, creature of the night behold!   hold with pride your banners black   and to those that tremble in fear   His voice speaks with thundering might      I have given life to shadows grim   and blessed this world with darkness   now kneel and swear allegiance to me   for the future to come is mine...