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