Into the lands of the times from past
A curse that remains the spell of dark
The spell of dark, the dwell of blood, the reign of mystery
A hidden veil, forgotten gate, mysteries that the demons free
Morbid feasts, sickened priests, the negativ existance
I was the priest, I dressed up goat, to summon my master
Join now, horns and wings to meet the evil faster
The crawling of the darkest serpents
The reign of the fallen ones
Evocation of endless morbidity
The time had came for my body to rot in the dark
My soul was wandering through the aeons as curced
Spiritual coffin the Gods made the light for me
I met my master I saw his crown of hate
His command is my religion, he commanded me to hate
He send me back in life, the evil I had to spread
Lucifer my master, I summon thy force
My enemies are dead, I obey your goat head
Baphomet, the justice of the unforgiven souls
The dark side is strong
I dedicate the candles of my curced soul
Dark veils the heavens, black flame burns the angels
Evil wings and horns on Earth, the beast satisfies it's hunger
The journeys into the mud, the mud composed by blood and sand
The blasphemous horns of the darkest one
The glory of justice, the trioumph of the prince
Now I am here to live again, the evil must rule
I am the writter of the books of mystery and magic
I am the incarnation, the son of evil and justice
I am the seventh gate of hell, the final evocator
I see the dawn, the Sun that cracks
I smell the dark, the smell of magic
I call the mist, the veil of darkness
The flames of hate summon my master
Dark veils the heavens, black flame burns the angels
Evil wings and horns on Earth, the beast satisfies it's hunger
The journeys into the mud, the mud composed by blood and sand
The blasphemous horns of the darkest one
The glory of justice, the trioumph of the prince
The mysteries of our lord Satanas
Will never end for us
We are the prophets, the opposite of light
The spirits call
The demons slay
Have no fear from the dawn that's near
The call of dark will never stop
And we recall the darkest ones