Black candles slowly burning, white swords surround the pyre,
Hell's winds and mortal minions bear the living Fire -
Ur-daemons in the darkness await the great bell's toll
To summon their great chieftain, the enemy of the soul!

From the misery and anguish of the molten meres of Hell
Mystic ties and evil dreams arise from where they dwell
To ride to their dominion, to slay what none can save,
Bearing curses of destruction, pledged beyond the grave!

Of you they'll make a feast of hearts, to sacrifice, to doom!
To seek to hallow Unlife, and build Elanthia's tomb -
Thus leaguered with the Midnight, rides Chaos' black king -
To him the damned and traitor souls shall yield their offering!

V'Tull and dark Mularos, your brethren and your slaves,
No deal with those who'd steal our souls!   Your blood is what we crave!
With you we wage eternal war beneath the starlit sky -
And by our blood and valor, ye accursed we'll see die!

Aye, hear us, lords of Unlife, who'd make of us your thralls
Keep your spells and go to hell! - we spit upon you all!
With you we wage one final war beneath this hallowed sky -
And by our blood and by our breath ye bastards we'll see die!