Skald Av Satans Sol

The fog thickens
Darkness falls
Evil slumbers
The forest calls

Out here in the beast's domain
Through a grim, murky wood
Angels run, angels fly
Away from my own graveyard

I stand beneath a cold wind
The fog lifts from angels' flight
I drink from the moon's cold
Pale light and praise Satan's sun
A gruesome evil seeps in and fills body and soul
A heaven of the dead
Torture and hate

The fog thickens
Darkness falls
Evil slumbers
The forest calls

Let me forever serve the seventy-two eternally fallen
In the cold dark fire of the cunning black
I am proclaimed worthy as the bard of the unholy trinity
When hell calls, there’s no turning back

The fog thickens
Darkness falls
Evil slumbers
The forest calls