Called up by rituals and black arts
The gods of the abyss revive in the light of day
They are angry and remorseless, these rulers from the depths
The wolf inside awakens and comes out to play
Armagedon - our last batle
Shadows and fire are roaming in our eyes
Armagedon - a war for which we prayed
We hear soldiers, marching in the skies
Demons of Abadon lead their minions beyond te sunset
Cursing the last remains of Apollo's funeral pryor
The slyness of Astarot, conives untamed
Meressin is raging amongst the water, wind and fire
Searching for the bloody foot of Megids hill, it is found
The swords of Lucipher have a long nights work - they will not tire
On the crossroads of heaven and the earth
Where night and day must go their separate ways
The fiercest fight of good and evil titans will occur
After the Antichrists triumph, what will be left to say
The eyes of a cat - they shine in the dark
The wings of a crow - are flying
The cunning of a rat - it wait disapoint
The instincts of a wolf - are for fighting
Forget about love - it's just an illusion
Let fear disappear - and anger rise inside
Follow Lucipher's sword into battle
For a final, gloriuos ride
