Those of the Night

Storms of fire
 Bring my master
 Winds of evil
 Bring my master
 Summoning the ancients 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 priest 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.