In the coldness of this lonesome night
I feel the essence from the voice of time
Fly, rise up high
Like the scythe in the sky
Master Satan, tell me when death is
From the grave I ask you
As I mourn with sadness
Fly, rise up high
Like the scythe in the sky
In my tomb I see the light
Lord of stars I worship thee
Take my flesh for earth and sea
Lucifer’s fire ignites my soul
Now I stand to dimensions far
Beyond all space and time
Where the spheres are dust