Called up by rituals and black arts The gods of the abyss revive in the light of day They are angry and remorseless, these rulers from the depths The wolf inside awakens and comes out to play
Armagedon - our last batle Shadows and fire are roaming in our eyes Armagedon - a war for which we prayed We hear soldiers, marching in the skies
Demons of Abadon lead their minions beyond te sunset Cursing the last remains of Apollo's funeral pryor The slyness of Astarot, conives untamed Meressin is raging amongst the water, wind and fire Searching for the bloody foot of Megids hill, it is found The swords of Lucipher have a long nights work - they will not tire
On the crossroads of heaven and the earth Where night and day must go their separate ways The fiercest fight of good and evil titans will occur After the Antichrists triumph, what will be left to say
The eyes of a cat - they shine in the dark The wings of a crow - are flying The cunning of a rat - it wait disapoint The instincts of a wolf - are for fighting
Forget about love - it's just an illusion Let fear disappear - and anger rise inside Follow Lucipher's sword into battle For a final, gloriuos ride