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