I raised the wand of shadows Towards the eastern gates And called for the night wind to rise And penetrate the ego's walls The winds of Belzebuth The tempest of Satanic truth Empower this tool of shades To the nightside of my mind Wield it as your living limb As a black poison fang Which tears open the mask Unveiling the forms in darkness Filled with devouring storm It slits my fiery eyes open wide And binds the sight of the spiritless clay It seals my ears from the lies So I can reach out for your voice in silence In the stroke of the raven wings The dreadful storm of emptiness The king of void and Death Whose name bears the power To destroy the kingdom of God!