From the dawn of ageless
Times, for the great evil that
Comes from the past, some
Lifes will have to end for
Satan to rule again, crowds
In black move into the
Pentagram to worship the
Merciless god of hell
Time runs against the sun
To recover the eternal night,
Let the black star of hell
Unshine in the sky, the light
Will fade forever! It's not the
Thrill of death that will
Please the evil one, it's the
Cruelty of the act, it's the
Ritual! This coven has not
And end, it will never end!
And so we are dead, but still
Walking, into the akelarre!