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