Followers of heathen culture, gather! Now is the time to unite.
We are the sons of a true god, mighty creator of our race.
Elements of nature grant us wisdom, domination, power and control.
Those are the ways of survival for existence of the wolven breed.
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Ceremonies of the heathens, deep inside a mystic temple.
Voices of an ancient cult are chanting to the hymns of night.
Worshipping the moon in the darkness far in a land of solitude.
Summoning the ancients of the woodlands,
Summoning the demons of the sea.
Dressed in a shiny black robe I uphold a torch,
All in the name of my master ruler of the underworld of fire.
Lord of the strong and the brave your arrival I await.
King of the heathens, I sing to thee!

Hail... Lucifer
Hail... Abaddon
Hail... Beelzebub
Hail... Satan