Wind and fire of the cosmic eye
 Take me to where the wisdom lies
 Ancient crown of the blackest thrones, grant me power of fury and death
 Crystal gods I smash with might [bad word] of the crown
 I serve King and prince of the black abyss, rise up high as I sing your song
 Under skies of a moonless night torches burn with a mystic glow
 Deep in the forest where spirits roam demons speak in their ancient tongues
 Blood from the heavens now drip to earth filling the soil with virgin blood
 On this mountain of dismal peaks, horns are brayed for the heathen one