Under The Cross

In the night he returns To claim their souls to be burned With his scepter and his eyes Evoke the graves of those who died Reanimated from their tombs Enslave them all in hateful gloom Hear the words of his command Behold the power within his hands Bewitched with a fiery web Death shall not be the end Through dimensions unknown to man he leads the corpses to his land Possession - of their minds Soul abduction - into the burning jaws of hell Tormented screams dwells in the deep Beyond the door of final sleep The laughing fate of tyranny Slaves for all eternity Under the cross of Baphomet, his kingdom they will serve In the heart of an infernal maze Hear the trumpets of the damned, obey the endless wrath Of the destroyer of rest and of mind Imprisoned in another world where god is held in chains In the abyss of the heretic Forced to fall into the depths Of fire and of black At the sharp edge of no coming back Oppressor of the undead, dictator of the night Ruler in the vast realms of time Slaves under the pentagram, now kneel towards the throne Preachers of heaven, now servants in hell