Satarial
			  Larm

In The Flame Of Sabbath

I'll raise the heroes from the Overseas
And ice will melt in Uttland.
They'll rise from the dark frozen desert.
They'll take your thoughts apart with cold fire,
They'll stop your life with a sword,
Those who came to Darkness for Tiamat,
Those who percieved the power of reincarnation
And the name of the Dark Godess,
Those shall gloriously rise in decline.
They'll freeze,
Waiting for the battle
And the Dragon's Shadow will stigmatize the Earth
And fire arrows will pierce the sky.

Sing the song about the final battle, oh pilgrim.
Sing, for you have seen the decline,
Sing about our Dark Mother's tears
And about the heroes that lay under the mountain.
About the ships that will come from the Overseas,
About the King that dwells in darkness.
Sing, and we'll be back.

You remember the river of fire,
The birth of the mercurial lion
In the fading fire of Sabbath.

Our strength is in these words,
Your oblivion is in these words.
We who came seven levels down,
We crave for vengeance.

Those who came to Darkness for Tiamat,
Those who percieved the power of reincarnation
And the name of the Dark Godess,
Those shall gloriously rise in decline.
They'll freeze, waiting for the battle
And the Dragon's Shadow will stigmatize the Earth
And fire arrows will pierce the sky.

Do Not Baptize My Land

The time will come and the enemy won't leave this way.
So give your blood to drink to our Land's freedom.
Let me drink the wolves' freedom,
The night wind, let me drink your heady ale.
Let the moonshine be split with fire on the celebration of The Dark Moon Godess.

Call me with the wing of the Crow,
With the Elve's flowers,
With the wind of the Night!
Each one of us shall drink the cup of fate someday.

A flower grows where you spill the blood
And the fairy of spring shall plait it into your diadem.
And I'll be back with the wind of freedom
And I'll wipe your tears with my lips.

Where you spill the blood,
Where the sword sang,
Where Death danced with Fate,
There you should praise The Dark Moon Godess.

Don't baptize my land,
Don't baptize my land...

Satarial

The ice castle of fire
Oh, horned god of the north, Nanta,
And great mother of earth, holy Herta!
I adjure you,
Let me through, open the gates,
I shall keep the path in secret.

Let me percieve the mysteries
Of the eternal gods,
That came from the stars on a Milky Way.
The earth sings in blue light.
I shall release the sword of witchery.

There, where the Lord of light dies in chaos,
In the cold desert of Utlend.
I shall find the seven keys and open
The door to the dark gods.
The earth split open before me,
The Goatlord hears my words.

Oh, Betom, Lord of the storm,
Red lion, show me your power.
Open the gates, let me in,
Where the storm is roaring.
Let me find the magical power,
The Great King's Scepter.

In your desert, where land dies in fire.
Where in a fire hurricane rages the storm,
There lies the darkness beneath
The gates of the worlds.
I shall open the gates
And there shall I find the magical power.
So stroke the thunder and roared the storm,
Lord Betom has heard my call.

A candle shall I light in the East,
And wings of dark shall lift me up.
I can feel the body of a beautiful woman caressing me,
And my masculine force is fulfilling her.
The trembling of her thights in divine extasy,
And the knife of mercy in her body.
The moon goddess dies to resurrect again.
Oh, Lord Exarp, open the gates,
Let find the dagger of magic under the tree of creation.

And the sea rose up in the presence of the Eternal one,
And chaos shall some to rule forever
Where people go when meet death,
Where death forever dwells and
Where there is no turning back.
The shining silver dragon rolls,
Offering me the cup of absolute power of the black lotus.
The one who shall enter the realm
The realm of death and come back
Shall be named "The Serpent" once again
And the Ancient King shall rise in his soul.
Love with a dead woman, the deadly poison,
The breath of Zernunos, Ergot, mandrake and blood.
The Great Dragon, the Silver Lord rose from
The depth of chaos and lift me up on his wings.
We took the path of the elder gods.
And dark stars shone again,
Four castles raised from oblivion.
Satarial, I call you by thy ancient name!
Satarial, by thy name I open the gates!
Satarial, shall the souls of the unbelievers be frozen!

Satarial shall bring you
Back to life, yo let you
Avenge yourselves
For being forgotten!