There's a land in ancient history, born of evil prophecy, where the Lord of Darkness, rules all that will be.
Nocturnus will rise, by a spell I'll devise, with hate in their eyes, blood from the skies.
Armies as far as the eye can see, dressed for demonic chivalry, will bring God to his weakened knees, to bow before Satan this will be.

Nocturnus will rise, by a spell I'll devise, with hate in their eyes, blood from the skies.

The Black Committee appears before the Magistrate, Prophecy is clear, burn down the gates!

Fight The Light, Hail The Night, Impale Their Lord, Die By The Sword
Fight The Light, Hail The Night, Impale Their Lord, Die By The Sword

A dark city appears, before heavens gates, with millions of demons who already await, spectres filled with hate, to give God his fate.

Nocturnus will rise, by a spell I'll devise, with hate in their eyes, blood from the skies.

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