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.