Out in the black night.
In the cold Northern breeze.
Under the red skies.
Surrounded by blasphemous winds.
Midnight passing and the moon is fulfilled.
Slowly blackening the sky.
I summon up where the ravens fly high.
Towards the moons of Blashyrkh.

Death rides on black wings.
Evil enter the sky.
Angels falls from the heavens.
While the darkness shines through.
Chariots of the darkest masters arrives on devil wings.
Heavens angels surrounded by frost.
Forces into the holocaust frozen clouds.

A twisted wind rapes the clouds.
Memories of cold days and lightning returns.

A foggy fullmoon night.
Into darkness ride.
Under the horned goatmoon.
As dark as black rivers at wintertime.
Horned Decembermoon come to me.
I ride the wings of Torment.
Blacker than darkness.