Hear the blackened call
Summoning the night
Hearken to the moon
Majesty of skies
Armed with the sacred might
Wielding ancient lore
Guarded by the blackest words
I stand by this gate
I command and constrain thee
Oh, spirits of the night
By him who spoke the word
The king of netherworld
Hear the blackened call
Summoning the night
Hearken to the moon
Majesty of skies
I know the secret names
To unlock hidden vaults
Mysteries of ancient time
I restored all
Authority from supreme laws
Harbinger of doom
Crown of flames upon his throne
He watches over this world
By the names
I demanded
The lord, Sorath
Azazel
And Beelzebub...
I command you, I constrain you
Oh, spirits
Of the night
We beading flames
Over midnight throe
I commanded you
Spirits of the night
Armed with the sacred might
Wielding ancient lore
Guarded by the blackest words
I stand by this gate
I command and constrain you
Oh, spirits of the night
Open this window, and let them come into here
Hear the blackened call
Summoning the night
Hearken to the moon
Majesty of skies