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Holy fire burns the night,
I hear their last screams,
All the stakes shall burn again,
Cry, raven, cry

I've seen the ravens
Flying by moonlight,
The ancient prayers
Will be chanted again...

I saw the black hordes
Riding from Aquilon
The mountains are bleeding
Cold wind blows far from north

Cry, raven, cry

I hear the lost spirits
Screaming by moonlight
Desecrated ones,
Legion of evil

The wrath of hell
Like thousand ravens
Evil forces rise
Waiting our lord to come

Oh, blackest night,
Forever we rule
Oh, night of blood,
Oh, night of hunger...

The moon is dancing
On the blackened sky
In this frozen land of doom

I will meet the winter here
I feel the endless howling winds

I'm kneeing down
before your might
I'm kneeling down
before your path

Ancient songs of olden gods
Thundering the full moon sky

Oh winter night
Oh, olden gods

Over the cold fog mountains
Thy tower in the mist awaits

The moon is dancing
On the blackened sky
My sword is shining
In moonlight...

I see awaking
Forgotten realms
Centuries from the past
Will rise again...

Oh, kill the priests, master
Oh, rape the nuns...
Open wide the gates of hell
For the thundering forces of evil

Spread your wings, oh
Angel of Satan
Bastards of Christ
Will be squeezed in your hands
Like the dead of light
Just the daemons fly

Fallen angel screams the night
Mighty pain on darkened sky...

Time is just a mystery,
The power, go away
Growing the fear
Where souls go astray

With black wings of evil
Fly up the dark sky
Like the dead of light
Just the daemons fly

Black candle burns in dark
Black candle turns the light

Angels fall down one by one...

Like an angel ride the sky
Demons flying through the night
Step over fire gate
Just the demons fly

[instrumental]

O fortuna
Velut luna
Statu variabilis,
Semper crescis
Aut decrescis;
Vita detestabilis
Nunc obdurat
Et tunc curat
Ludo mentis aciem,
Egestatem,
Potestatem
Dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors immanis
Et inanis,
Rota tu volubilis,
Status malus,
Vana salus
Semper dissolubilis,
Obumbrata
Et velata
Michi quoque niteris;
Nunc per ludum
Dorsum nudum
Fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis
Et virtutis
Michi nunc contraria,
Est affectus
Et defectus
Semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
Sine mora
Corde pulsum tangite;
Quod per sortem
Sternit fortem,
Mecum omnes plangite!

Fortune plango vulnera
Stillantibus ocellis
Quod sua michi munera
Subtrahit rebellis.
Verum est, quod legitur,
Fronte capillata,
Sed plerumque sequitur
Occasio calvata.

In fortune solio
Sederam elatus,
Prosperitatis vario
Flore coronatus;
Quicquid enim florui
Felix et beatus,
Nunc a summo corrui
Gloria privatus.

Fortune rota volvitur:
Descendo minoratus;
Alter in altum tollitur;
Nimis exaltatus
Rex sedet in vertice
Caveat ruinam!
Nam sub axe legimus
Hecubam reginam.