Arise thy evil soul
Mortals end is near
Rise of the ancients [bad word] Mortals dwell in fear
Ripped up from the grave
The gathering is here
 
Kingdom of the dark
That has made our souls so strong
It's floating in our blood
The words of unholiness
 
Arise thy evil soul
Mortals end is near
Rise of the ancients [bad word] Mortals dwell in fear
Dead walks from their graves
The gathering is here
 
Never will die
 
All within the abyss
 
Incense fills the cave
Where the Sabbath is held
You can feel the lust in the air
The smell of death
 
We all know what's [bad word] The warlock - Satan's son
Day of doom, suffocation
The time [bad word] to darkend the sun