Satan`s Realm - Setherial

A toll enshrouded spectre;

with demons wings

Surrounded by a pale and cold radiance

Eyes so morbidly and brilliant

Unchained is the devil of Ira

Arriving to the throne buildt in coldest blackstone

Towering above a mantle of thick fog

Reflections into the whispering waters

I have worshipped thee below in centuries of time

Scripts older than time itself reveals the coming of our lord

In the domain of the blackest dark I gaze into the flames

Satan;

let the scytche of death sweep across the landscape

A horizon covered with darkness;

the fog creeps over the mountains

Lay low the ramparts;

open wide the portals of hell

In nomine dei nostri Satthanas…

… In the name of the master Satan, his excellence Lucifer

I summon the forces of darkness and the infernal powers within

Beyond the black fog;

Satan’s realm

Beyond the black fog;

the realm of Satan

The moon turns bloodred and the holocaust storms rises from the north

Awaiting the hordes of hell to come forth

Hate is the heart, Death;

the striving vision

… My dark soul is immortal

«Scripts older than time itself reveals the coming of the wrath

Unchained is the devils of Ira.

Satan’s wings his scytche of death»

Raging battles, Bathin;

mighty warlord

Again you shall lead the men of might, against the week and feeble light

Beyond the black fog;

Satan’s realm

Beyond the black fog;

the realm of Satan