Из альбома: The Celtic Winter
Thousand of fallen angels
Rows of condamned souls
Black riders of abyss
Beast of haired and cruelty
We arrive on the chariots of fire
We sign our way by the fire and death
Sun of Darkness leads us
Everlasting lust of sin
Hands ot the dead beat the kettle-drums
Damned sound of black trumpets
Tramp of horrified horses
and sinister knocking of Devil's hooves
Red, fiery eyes
fangs, claws and fire from the mouth
Mayhemed wings, bleeding in fight
Cobweb in hair and wind
We kill, crush, burn
We trace the escaping day
and hideous condemned sun
At everlasting war
between light and Darkness
Creators of night-Gods of Darkness
They buried us alive
They killed our feelings
Now we are the same
We come with nocturnal wind
and red, bloody fog
Black banners with effigy of him
Red flags-hues of hell
Hordes of cruelty and chaos
Emperor of unlife's forces