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As the wolves bark at the moon the seventh time

As the moon cast its shadow towards the cliff's edge

As the woods are crying their hymn to the almighty one

The darkness consumes the happiness

At the witching hours He will come forth

And cry the names of the chosen ones

He will raise His voice of doom

He will carry the dust of the fallen warriors

He will bear the fires of hell in His eyes

He will walk among his souls tonight

He will carry the seventh golden sword

And bear the sign of evil

Hell on Earth, death and destruction

The fullmoon shines, and the angels whine

The moment of Armageddon is here

The ancient masters are back

He is the wind, He is the storm

He is the woods, He is the roots

Nobody will escape the wrath of the tyrant

Forever the beast shall wander the Earth