Forhekset - Satyricon

Forhekset av tidenes vind, Besatt av Nattens kolde gufs

Under ravnsvart himmel de bedriver Blodskam og hor

Med skingrende stemmer de pkaller Dypets makter

I en sirkel bundet av Grimme visjoner

Bret av dyrets Glans, Omfavnet av dodens vinger

Av det dypeste hat i det sorteste av det morke

I en ang av torner… N i fullmnens besettende lys

De nagler englene til jorden med sjel og kropp

Kaos hersker over de hvite domener

Profetier blir oppfylt

Jorden str i et hav av flammer

Enchanted by the winds of time, Obsessed with the cold gufs of the night

Under the raven-black sky they practice Blood Shame and fornication

With shrill voices they call to the powers of the Deep

In a circle bound by Ugly visions

Bret of the Glory of the Beast, Embraced by the wings of death

Of the deepest hatred in the blackest of the dark

In an ang of thorns… N in the obsessive light of the full man

They nail the angels to the earth with soul and body

Chaos reigns over the white domains

Prophecies are fulfilled

The earth is in a sea of ​​flames