Those Of The Night

Those Of The Night

Storms of Fire
Bring my master
Winds of Evil
Bring my master

Summoning the Ancient of doom
Calling from the shadows of dawn
Standing on the altar of stone
Raising Satans Legion up high
Gathered in the Ancient Woodlands

Celebrating seeds of all sin
To the sounds of Hell in the lonely Night

Those of the Night, so full of Might
Like the darkest dreams, so unreal but true.

Black Spriest speaks
All Hail Thee!
Bring to me Blasphemy
Chanting to the Bringer of Sin

Serpent God Below
Hiding in the veil of black
As the mighty Legion attacks

Those of the Night, so full of Might,
Like the Darkest dreams, so unreal but true