Fair Hour

Old convent abandoned
In its interior find itself which I ambition,
Death's wolves take care of its gate
The forest is witness of my presence

Trees are reflected on your huge walls
Only darkness and loneliness are around
The big gate opens a road to me

I see old figures and symbols
The enviroment reveal me that evertything has
Stayed here for thousand years

On my way, dust, ashes, candlestick and candles
At deep a huge sculpture of my Lord Satan

At deep a huge sculpture of my Lord Satan

Evil face with crown of horns
The caliz on its claws are still fired up...
Fire is reflected in their eyes
Fire is reflected in their eyes

At deep a huge sculpture of my Lord Satan
Fire is reflected in their eyes

Together with he the mastery of reality
The torchs are lit up
You know about my ideal
And you grant me the key of throne
Everything will be so'
Facing you I accept your command