Followers of heathen culture, gather! Now is the time to unite
We are the sons of a true god, mighty creator of our race
Elements of nature grant us wisdom, domination, power and control
Those are the ways of survival for existence of the wolven breed
Ceremonies of the heathens, deep inside a mystic temple
Voices of an ancient cult are chanting to the hymns of night
Worshipping the moon in the darkness far in a land of solitude
Summoning the ancients of the woodlands,
Summoning the demons of the sea
Dressed in a shiny black robe I uphold a torch,
All in the name of my master ruler of the underworld of fire
Lord of the strong and the brave your arrival I await
King of the heathens, I sing to thee!
Hail Lucifer
Hail Abaddon
Hail Beelzebu
Hail Satan