Black sky, dark and scares me
The son of the Moon now summons the four elements
Now even the fire in numbed with cold,
When the Hell raises and I go into battle,
As the ancient forestgods

The ruler of the mountains,
Seer of the light of the stars - SATAN!
The flooder of the rivers,
Inciter of the Armageddon - SATAN!

I light a candle at the alter,
And pour my blood on the cross
At my cursed statue I revive my home
BERSTUK! LILITH! BELZEBUB!
Open the soil, and let the reveemer child be born,
The halo of the Moon,
Where even the fire is numbed with cold

LILITH:
"Oh Nature, who hath created for un our ANECIENT EMPIRE
I am your daughter and blood Take my life!"

MOLOCH:
"Now I offer my children to you
Them, who are needed for the appetite of my flesh
They pacify my anger, my hate
Now, be this one with you!"

BELZEBUB:
"I am unfathomable!
I am evil, because so you created me!
I am your son!
Take me!"

The chalices fill up with blood
The horde prepares for it's last feast
Soon the war borns again
Flame of pentagram darts up to the firmament
The crows greet the reborn horde with deathsong
Suddenly a smoke-form flies over the pentagram
Howling tears the falseness
Black angels snarl facelessly to the unholy night
The lord of winter, the prince of frost brings the Hell
Pan sings blasphemousodes,
To which the anthem replies with thunderbolts and summons the spirit of storm
A scream and the creation annihilates from death into rebirth