In Hoc Signo Vinces (By This Sign, Thou Shalt Conquer)

From heavens high; cast out and denied
An angel of light, and visions divine
Let his magnificent seeds
Be planted in this world!

Let winds of flame, cleanse the earth
Let the storms of Apocalypse unfold
Ancient serpent, fallen one
Majestic defiler, great morning star

Bringer of truth divine

Behold the morning star
In hoc Signo Vinces
Bow before the sign of the horns
In hoc Signo Vinces

Come, bringer of the pestilent tide
Ride on wings of fiery hate
Come, herald of wisdom divine
Bearer of the bestial mark

Impaled on stakes, a forest of death
Angelic figures, now twisted, mutilated
The land is dead, he shall never return
As cloven hooves now crush the earth