The Entrance to Gehenna

Behold the horned one, dread lord of death and ressurection
Guardian of the underworld, transcend hell to ride with thee
Reborn, one must die and to die one must be born
Nothing remains without change
Holy grail of immortality upon black winds
Our banners flow free
Grasp hilt of steel at sight our enemy
We ride as one, the twin horse chariot followers of the bell
Guiding our swords
Vultures circling, waiting for the dead
Thou who at noon of night doth reigns
Howling ghouls at the gates
Hail, our time hath come
Released horde of the dead, led by choir of the cross
Let our magic come to birth...