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