as the night opens, I see your face in the shadow of the moon I see your glimmering eyes, reflected by the glittering snow frozen winds, whines over the
time to fight for our lord. Hail Satan, scream the masses, smeared in angel's blood. Lords of war, the wings of twelve, open all the gates. Fly high
to fight for our lord. Hail Satan, scream the masses, smeared in angel's blood. Lords of war, the wings of twelve, open all the gates. Fly high into
dark plague, Across boundaries unseen. I ask for the gates to open, And for my legions to be set free.... I call upon the power of darkness, form and
throne oh, tyrannous master, bring hellish storm upon the celestial kingdom set the vault of heaven, into flames war!!! set the legions free, open wide your gates
open your portals, infernal lord oh, great opener of the way come forth, hear my calls blast ye forth through the gates unholy master, spread your wings
sun is in the sign of Ram, the chant of darkness will be uttered towards the Northern winds. The key will be turned, and the gates will open facing us
is in the sign of Ram, the chant of darkness will be uttered towards the Northern winds. The key will be turned, and the gates will open facing us, in
is what it leaves behind Funeral in the night, open grave Your coffin stands open, your face is pale, servants of the dark are taking you into the dark
funeral times, timeless they are He saw, lived and died in these dreams of demons Wondering how he could open the gate to dark medieval times And bring
were one of us, one of the immortals. Open the gates, to where it's all supposed to end, and let us all in... Open the gates, to where we once were supposed
be Were... I licked Her wounds and ate Her rare Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred A sin ridden tongue To open trading in fur Never were those gates
The time has come for us to make infernal dreams reality And turn the world into a funeral pyre The gates of Hell are open Filling hearts and minds with
the mountains and passed beyond the gate below Floating evil reign with fear in these sarcastic caves Enlightened into a blacker dark for there are wiew in darkness
of Funeral times, timeless they are He saw lived and died In these dreams of demons Wondering how he could open the gate to Dark medieval times and
whore of babylon rides When fury turns to hate When all sons of satan Sodomize the lambs of christ When the gates have all been opened When the funerals
the wolves howl their goodbyes The funeral moon glows strongly now For I am nearly there This night of late october The darkside open it's gate Morbid