We hail our light   The sun of Satan   For with thy might   Come forth   We dominate the world   By one mightful force      See the slaughtering   Growing weak   Born by vice   And we drink of the   Doomsday chalice   And paint us with the blood of him      Sowed into flames   In their own pitiful graves   I kiss the raven that flew with me   Trough all the desert storms      Winged by sorrow -- grief of man   Flying high beneath the sky   Quiet and silent through the   Night cyclone      Tears wet my throne   Your dreams were not immortal   I enter then my realm      We hail our light   The ethereal sun   For with thy might paragon face   We dominate the million eclipses