Storms of fire  Bring my master  Winds of evil  Bring my master  Summoning the ancients of doom  Calling from the shadows of dawn  Standing on the altar of stone  Raising satans legion up high  Gathered in the ancient woodlands  Celebrating seeds of all sin  To the sounds of hell  In the lonely night  Those of the night, so full of might,  Like the darkest dreams,  So unreal but true  Black priest speaks  All hail thee!!  Bring to me  Blasphemy  Chanting to the bringer of sin  Serpent god below  Hiding in the veil of black  As the mighty legion attacks  Those of the night, so full of might,  Like the darkest dreams,  So unreal but true.