A toll enshrouded spectre; with demons wings Surrounded by a pale and cold radiance Eyes so morbidly and brilliant Unchained is the devil of Ira Arriving to the throne buildt in coldest blackstone Towering above a mantle of thick fog Reflections into the whispering waters I have worshipped thee below in centuries of time Scripts older than time itself reveals the coming of our lord In the domain of the blackest dark I gaze into the flames Satan; let the scytche of death sweep across the landscape A horizon covered with darkness; the fog creeps over the mountains Lay low the ramparts; open wide the portals of hell In nomine dei nostri Satthanas... ...In the name of the master Satan, his excellence Lucifer I summon the forces of darkness and the infernal powers within Beyond the black fog; Satan's realm Beyond the black fog; the realm of Satan The moon turns bloodred and the holocaust storms rises from the north Awaiting the hordes of hell to come forth Hate is the heart, Death; the striving vision ...My dark soul is immortal "Scripts older than time itself reveals the coming of the wrath, Unchained is the devils of Ira. Satan's wings his scytche of death" Raging battles, Bathin; mighty warlord Again you shall lead the men of might, against the week and feeble light Beyond the black fog; Satan's realm Beyond the black fog; the realm of Satan