Those Of The Night
 Storms of Fire 
 Bring my master 
 Winds of Evil 
 Bring my master 
 Summoning the Ancient of doom 
 Calling from the shadows of dawn 
 Standing on the altar of stone 
 Raising Satans Legion up high 
 Gathered in the Ancient Woodlands 
 Celebrating seeds of all sin 
 To the sounds of Hell in the lonely Night 
 Those of the Night, so full of Might 
 Like the darkest dreams, so unreal but true.
 Black Spriest speaks 
 All Hail Thee! 
 Bring to me Blasphemy 
 Chanting to the Bringer of Sin 
 Serpent God Below 
 Hiding in the veil of black 
 As the mighty Legion attacks 
 Those of the Night, so full of Might, 
 Like the Darkest dreams, so unreal but true