He runs through an old misty moor  Surrounded by darkness and cold  Hunted by the christians so weak  Clad in shadows and nocturnal veil    Searching for a shelter in the somber night  Escaping the holy christian light  Seeing a shadow, standing so proud  Great evil shade, secret to the crowd    Oh mighty Andras, piss on the hypocrites  Crush the christian race and give them shameful kiss  Oh warlock Andras, spit on the sacred face    He enters the tower of darkest might  Invokes his spells from the deepest of nights  Pervert legions smite the sheep soul infidel  Hordes of dusk arrive, they shall prevail    Oh mighty Andras, piss on the hypocrites  Crush the christian race and give them shameful kiss  Oh warlock Andras, spit on the sacred face