A tremendous horned shadow appeared in the red wintersky. The unbearable resounding of the pagan bells awake the souls of their tombs. Hades calls them in front of the almighty throne for the gathering of the black pact. I've been dead, for centuries. Today again my evil spirit, celebrate the millenary of Satan, in the freezing chapel of demons, my delight is to hear the sputtering of heaven in fire. With my Baphometic horde, I desecrate the holy tombs, I destroy the virgin edifices I invert the holy cross, In the name of profanation I hail Baphomet!!! At the sound of the millennium black bells time has come for me, to return in my paragon tomb, for a perpetual slumber, under the dark eyes of Belial, for a dark eternity... At the sound of the millennium black bells! At the sound of the millennium black bells! At the sound of the millennium black bells!
