Behind the smog of chaos Satan on his throne He commands me to take a ride a Ride to the stars of death Occult... Death... Worship! Riding on Wings of Death! His order is fulfilled the worship has begun The smell of sacrifice is tempting Occult... Death... Worship! Riding on Wings of Death! The blood of the sacrifice is spilling; I have to drink it To make the honour to my master Satan! Occult...my way Death...my destiny Worship...Satan