Covens have gathered frozen in time, Ageless figures are linking their minds. Circles of power drawing them near, Calling the infernal ones to appear. Legions of witches meeting on Candlemas eve, The Dark Age has ended surrendering down on its knees.
Circles of witches chanting his name, Calling the damned one to rise once again. The blood of the sacrifice darkens the floor, The gateway is open they've unlocked the door. Legions of witches meeting on Candlemas eve, The Dark Age has ended surrendering down on its knees.
Look into the North, in the light of the candle. The form that's taking shape within the triangle, Feel the power that's growing in the darkness, The evil stench of Hell, Behold Armadeus.
Crumbling Religions subside into dust, And retreat into obscurity. The Tower of Babel rises again, In the path of his Majesty, Behold Armadeus. Behold Armadeus...
Through the corridors of darkness, on the wings of mans desire, Conjured by the soulless ones at the everlasting fire. Borne on waves of insanity from mans primeval past, The mantra of the tumult has awakened him at last.
Drawing near in the gloom comes the twilight of all shame, The ravens of night have flown away to set Valhalla aflame. For too long now the right hand gods have fought between themselves, With paths that lead to paradise from this demented world. This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight is done, Now that Satan has come.
Blue velvet shrouds the altar, black candles pierce the dark, The skulls of the unbelievers peer sightless, bleached and stark. The inverted cross of burnished gold the burial urns of light, The pungent smell of incense wafts out into the night. This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight is done, Now that Satan has come.
Standing high on a pillar of stone, Persephone stands all alone. A figure unravaged by time, Waiting for midnight to chime.
Her Hair flows caressed by a gentle breeze, A rustling like the wind in the trees. Her arms slowly point to the sky, It's time for Persephone to fly. Night Rider, casting her mystical spell, Night Rider delivering you into your Hell
Streaming miles of flowing shrouds, Mingling in with the clouds. Riding the moons silken beams, Delivering out all your dreams. Night Rider, casting her mystical spell, Night Rider, delivering you into your hell.
Figures of Religion that preach to society, standing upright and tall Screaming from the pulpit on Sunday morning To save you from the fall Can you hear them? Can you see them? Don't believe them; don't believe what they say!
Tales of heaven and life everlasting fear of the eternal fire, Preaching lies of death and damnation, Whilst lifting themselves ever higher. Can you hear them? Can you see them? Don't believe them; don't believe what they say!
Death will come to even the righteous only the good die young. So live your life the way that you want to, Don't let them think they've won! Can you hear them? Can you see them? Don't believe them don't believe what they say!
Unlock their minds and read their desires, See them in a different light. Pious figures reverently mumbling But where did they spend last night?
They're creatures of the night, They're creatures of the shadows, That haunts the dark recesses of your mind, They turn you from the light to live in a nightmare Into souls that are mentally blind!