The fog thickens
Darkness falls
Evil slumbers
The forest calls
Out here in the devil's domain
Through a murky, pale forest
Angels run, angels fly
Out of my own graveyard
I gaze under the cold wind
The angel's flight thins the fog
I drink of the moon's cold,
Pale light and praise Satan's sun
A cruel malice seeps in and fills body and soul
A sky of ghosts
Torture and hate
The fog thickens
Darkness falls
Evil slumbers
The forest calls
Let me forever serve the 72 fallen
In the cold dark well of the sly black ones
Worthy, I am proclaimed as the unholy trinity's scald
"When hell calls your name there is no way back"
The fog thickens
Darkness falls
Evil slumbers
The forest calls