On Through The Desert Storm

We hail our light

The sun of

SatanFor with thy might

Come forth

We dominate the world

By one mightful force

See the slaughtering

Growing weak

Born by vice

And we drink of the

Doomsday chalice

And paint us with the blood of him

Sowed into flames

In their own pitiful graves

I kiss the raven that flew with me

Trough all the desert storms

Winged by sorrow -- grief of man

Flying high beneath the sky

Quiet and silent through the

Night cyclone

Tears wet my throne

Your dreams were not immortal

I enter then my realm

We hail our light

The ethereal sun

For with thy might paragon face

We dominate the million eclipses