Black Death Sathanas (Our Lord's Arrival)

in this glorious age

of darkness and death

of witchcraft andfire

foul stench rises up from the depths

he hears our chanting - we obey his call

Lord Satan's arrival - the abyss takes its toll

the plague of rats is welcomed

the pestilence is spread

Lord Satan's arrival

silent beast, ghoul of worms, king of the dead

woeful is the sight on those who walk

in rotten trance

bodies twist like branches deformed

he commands and executes, grotesque the dance

and mute, not one sound breaks the eternal night

all bones, rotten flesh, scythe in hand

he appears as the winged reaper, horned dancer

lifting his instrument, darting his pestilent tongue

and the golden angel of salvation is burning