Under terror, souls bends itselves
In night of full moon he calls
Whit satanic rhytm I warp sabba
And the flames master wil call...

Blood on altar I'm going to shed
The domains of death the master claim
Seated in the black throne
Covered of blod...

Souls for a throne of blood

With the destiny hand I will reach your soul
The night creature listen me
Searching for new souls
To the doom...

Under terror, souls bends itselves
In night of full moon he calls
Whit satanic rhytm I warp sabba
And the flames master wil call...

Burn die fuckin looser
Satan clain in name of despair