Chaos is growing in my tomb
Grave garments removed - dried maggots
Before me dances the ghoul, Belial
Rouse me from my sleep, wicked profane evil
Clawing at an old torch
Grim teeth biting bones - dancing on my grave
I am a shade in an old place
Rouse my morbid ancient spirit
Lead me to a strange throne
Demon dancers thin and black
Spinal spikes and claws
Eyes red as embers
Cold foul stench
Black Metal symphony
Strike my skull with blood
In my claw place a sword
Medieval evil
Fire and wickedness
They shall fear the growing plague
Return of Black d**h
Revolt in pestilence
Disturbed ancient rest
Lead me into this mouth of hell
Deep below the crypt
Words of power uttered
In a loud of ageless dust
Curses cast upon the false
Hatred spanning the centuries