When Fires of Victory enlighten the dark Night, When horned Ones' Hordes spread their Wings and start unholy Flight, When the Warlords' voice shatters the Ground and Angels enchant unholy Sound: (per chaos hoc ingens vastique silentia regni: Satanas, oramus, surge! Satanas, oramus, surge!) The Warlords' Wings split the Sky and Shadows are dancing by his Horns... when God eternally mourns!