I summon You o Mighty One
I can hear You Calling
Whipsering words unspoken
Yes so clear

I can see the Gathering of Thousands
I can feel the Evil breathing
I know the Time has come
I know my Time has come

O Mighty Lord of Chaos and Desrtruction
O Ruler of Darkness

Spirits of Ancient Times has been awaken
Daemons of the Underworld come forth
The Sky turns back as never seen before
The Smell of Death approaches

O Mighty Lord of Evil and Hatred
O Ruler of Infinity

My Horde has finally awaken
I can see them raging
They now summon Me
I am their Master

Prepare of Desecration!

Time is Torment and my Flesh is Cold
I walk the Path of Undead Damnation
I hunger for the true Kiss of the Scythe
Dead Flesh Waking

Bloodless
Lifelessly Deprived and Forgotten
Deadness
A Holocaust Soul

The Black Moon Witnessed a Soul Entombment
Lifeless, Faded and Forever Damned
My Flesh still secked the Tombworld
But the Path of Damnation seemed Endless

Bloodless
Lifelessly Deprived and Forgotten
Deadness
A Holocaust Soul

In the Darkest Chamber of my Soul
The Posioned Fire... My only Light
A Dark Embrace and Madness Prevail
The Finally Filthy Katharsis

Shadows raises from Beyond
Eternal Cold and Dark
When they are secking through the Mountains
As Wolves hunt their prey

Possessed by Ghouls and Spirits
Possessed by Evil and Hate

The only Light is from their Torches
And the freezing Desert Moon
When they are riding with their Weapons
And the Darkest Medieval Paths

Possessed by Ghouls and Spirits
Possessed by Evil and Hate

As the Evil Creations they are
They're hunting you down
Raping your Whores
Killing you Child
Burning your Houses
Then, they'll slaughter you!

Once again they ride lonely
Among the Blackened trees
Seeking for Blood
Seeking for You!

As the Shadows Rise
Black Eyes watch the Horizon Grim
Five Stars hold the Pentagram (up so) high
The Prince of Murders Arise

Behold...
The Deathbells of War Chimes
As the Apocalyptic Storms of Chaos Approaches
Black Unholy Chapels and Abyssic Chasms
Unleash your Ghouls and Daemons
Upon Scorched the Earth...

As the Shadows Rise
Stella Mala... Behold the Black Stars
Hear the Warlocks Chant in the Wind
The Betrayer of Nations Arise

Behold...
The Thundering Drums of War
As the Seraphim falls like Dust from the Heavens
When Deamons rape the Nuns
And Witches burns the Priests
It is the Triumph of the Blasphemous Masses
Armageddon is finally here

Jeg kan se din skjevne
Du skal dø og forderve
Naglet til korset
Opp ned

Jeg kan høre dine smerteskrik
Når gribbene begynner å spise
Og blodet tappes fra sårene
Hvor nagler penetrerer kjøtt og ben

Jeg kan føle din frykt
Når du innser at verken
Gud eller Jesus eksisterer
Og der finnes ingen himmel

Du er en slave av svake sjeler
Du klarer ikke å stå på dine egne ben
Du er en parasitt blant oss staute
Deg sender vi til helvete

Decaying Moonlight in my Veins
I hear the Shrieks of Ghouls
Riding the Nightwind
The True Believers Gather
To feed upon the hanged Witch

Fall asleep screaming every Night
Lost in Familiar, And Wilderness
An Alien Monstrosity
Looking upon through a still Lake
Midst Titan Mountains
Its faces are Legion... Its faces are Mine...

A Vision of Pandemonaeon
Feeding my Insanity
A Gateway to unknown Realities
I'm Entering the Mouth of Madness

The Image of the Goat still burns within
Its Pale Dead faces stares Empty
Back at Me as I gaze into
The Darkest Pools of the Soul
Cold Horror as Sanity Declines
The Sentient Creature is Awake

The Walls of Reality are caving in
In my State of Gnosis
I'm on the Outside
Reaching for the Ether
Chaotic Winds of new Revelations
The Ritual is Complete

A Vision of Pandemonaeon
Feeding my Insanity
A Gateway to unknown Realities
I'm Entering the Mouth of Madness

Embraced by the Cold Northern Light
Under the Throne of the Megalith
A Chilling Voice penetrates my Mind
I drank the Seas of Knowledge

Under the flaming Sun I saw them
The Twelve holy Disciples
To Regin the Creation of a God
And Bend Their Knees for Millenniums to Come

The Word Spreads...
And the New Seeds are born
Pagan Souls Raise your Torches high
The Holy Shall Burns
Their Bones Shall Build Palaces
The Paragon of Sin
And Delight of the Coven
We Shall Arise...

Under the Throne of the Northern Darkness
With my Art and Knowledge
I am Gods Triumphator
I am the Antichrist

Sepulchral Whispers in the Night
So Silent , So Cold
Carried by a Funeral Wind
Seductive hellish Desires
Her Carnal Tombvoice haunts Me still
As I Enter the City of Death
Her Lifeless Breath
Restless Morbid Lust

In a Coffin Lies my Beauty
Alone and Awake... Waiting for Me
Dressed Only in White Silk
The Ravenous Grim and Those Black Eyes of Yours
Your Bluish for Me to hold

My Flesh hunger for the tombworld
For a Kiss of your Cold Lips
Cold Steel... My Veins are open
In a Cold forgotten Mausoleum
Where only the Funeral Wind blows
Where only Death and Grief blooms
Finally My Flesh and Bloodlife Ends