Shadows in the black fog...
Restless, endless, soulless, wandering
Gate of darkness' morbid children

Shadows in the black fog
Dawn of evil blood so eagerly awaiting
Raised within an ark of grace and

Beauty hidden

When they creep from their layre

In the mass-graves,
On the dark fields of infinite anguish,
Under a hollow indifferent sky,

The eternal sky

It is time to reach out for the sceptre.

It is time for our master to conquer.
It is time for the olde hooded reaper.
Grim lorde death, he is once more to ryde.


Shadows in the black fog
Lifeless, fleshless, breathless, haunting

Fear and plague and misery's messengers
Shadows in the black fog
Dawne of evilhearts so solemnly

Embracing, leave their crypts to join
The olde earth's funereal procession


When they turne into shape in the
Dark storm that will blow
On the day of our glory

On the day of mayhemic destruction

For Lord Luzifer's triumph in heaven

It is time to take over the
Thrones of the earth
and to rule over all with an iron fist

It is time for the faceless
Archangels to awake
And to rise from the holiest of hells


Shadows in the black fog
Scornfull, wrathfull, dreadfull roaming

Curse of mortals, doomsday's offspring
Shadows in the black fog
Ceremonial servants for our nightly

Sacrificial mass for Satan and
His demonic-court now reigning...