Eden Below

Shadows in the black fog...

Restless, endless, soulless, wandering

Gate of darkness' morbid children

Shadows in the black fog

Dawn of evil blood so eagerly awaiting

Raised within an ark of grace and

Beauty hidden

When they creep from their layre

In the mass-graves,

On the dark fields of infinite anguish,

Under a hollow indifferent sky,

The eternal sky

It is time to reach out for the sceptre.

It is time for our master to conquer.

It is time for the olde hooded reaper.

Grim lorde death, he is once more to ryde.

Shadows in the black fog

Lifeless, fleshless, breathless, haunting

Fear and plague and misery's messengers

Shadows in the black fog

Dawne of evilhearts so solemnly

Embracing, leave their crypts to join

The olde earth's funereal procession

When they turne into shape in the

Dark storm that will blow

On the day of our glory

On the day of mayhemic destruction

For Lord Luzifer's triumph in heaven

It is time to take over the

Thrones of the earth

and to rule over all with an iron fist

It is time for the faceless

Archangels to awake

And to rise from the holiest of hells

Shadows in the black fog

Scornfull, wrathfull, dreadfull roaming

Curse of mortals, doomsday's offspring

Shadows in the black fog

Ceremonial servants for our nightly

Sacrificial mass for Satan and

His demonic-court now reigning...