Conjuring The Tyrant Of Hell

Standing on a mountainside
The winds are blowing cold
Thunder fills the misty air
Lightning is riding bright

View towards the horizon
Patiently standing still
My heart is beating stronger
While the heavens die

The word begins to turn to ice
While days are passing by
The air is pulsing stronger now
Dark energy prevails

I Call Thee! - Angel of fire!
Come forth and fill with rage
I Call Thee - Storm of evil!
Blow your hate upon the earth

The pale sun lurks behind the fog
Soon light will disappear
Completely from the face of earth
Darkness is forever

The ground begins to tremble
While hell opens its gates
The time of the unholy ones
Has come and never fades

You will rise upon the holy land
And till the sons of light!

This darkness is eternal
Nocturnal hate supreme
That night will last forever
Nocturnal hate supreme