Ride the horned victory. Side by side.
Steal the children from their graves. Disappear into the
night.
Vex the Virgins. One by One. Desecration.
Whe have won.

Ride the horned victory. Domination of the ghouls
Malevolence ruleth supreme.
In our hands whe hold the key.

Retaliation, thousandfold.
The pearly gates are blown (to pieces)
The patron saints have failed to save.
They shiver to the bone

Ride the horned victory, In league with master
Death...
Witching wisdom increash the woe, Altars fall and
Mankind, too...
Flagellation. Whipping winds.
Endless sabbat now sets in...

�That day the final age began and everything was lost.
That night the spirits wept in pain before they turned to
dust.�

Gargoyles swing the axe of terror in their blackest art,
Witches sing and dance and call, laugh and rip your
souls apart.

Ancient gods rise from their graves.
No return, it is too late.
Watch the breaking world in flames.
Sink in madness. No remains.

�That day the golden halls were burned
and they were nevermore;
That day the heavens fell to earth
and everywhere was war.�

All mankinde chained to agony.
All mankinde overthrown

Suffering from hellish plagues and countless firestorms.
Demons eat the flesh of mortals
Hung up on cacks and wheels
Impaled, the children one by one...
They are drowning in their screams...