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