Covens have gathered frozen in time,
Ageless figures are linking their minds
Circles of power drawing them near,
Calling the infernal ones to appear
Legions of witches meeting on Candlemas eve,
The Dark Age has ended surrendering down on it's knees

Circles of witches chanting his name,
Calling the damned one to rise once again
The blood of the sacrifice darkens the floor,
The gateway is open they've unlocked the door
Legions of witches meeting on Candlemas eve,
The Dark Age has ended surrendering down on it's knees

Look into the North, in the light of the candle
The form that's taking shape within the triangle,
Feel the power that's growing in the darkness,
The evil stench of Hell, Behold Armadeus

Crumbling Religions subside into dust,
And retreat into obscurity
The Tower of Babel rises again,
In the path of his Majesty,
Behold Armadeus
Behold Armadeus