Lyrics: Yngwie Malmsteen. Marching Out. Disciples Of Hell.

In the darkness, they will gather
Conjuring the one
Burning candles, incantations
Human sacrifice

Getting drunk from blood, not wine
Pointy daggers shine
Out of fire, smoke and brimstone
Dreaded one will rise
Rise, burn, rise

Nobody knows who's the disciples of hell
Father's a priest and he's casting a spell
No one can stop what's already begun
Worshiping darkness and Lucifer's son

Victims of the grand illusion
Screams of ecstasy
Fools are lost in mass confusion
Searching for the key

Nobody knows who's the disciples of hell
Father's a priest and he's casting a spell
No one can stop what's already begun
Worshiping darkness and Lucifer's son, yeah

Raise your cup and praise the prince of darkness
See the truth of the power within the beast
And when the time has come
The gates of hell shall open

Burning candles, incantations
Human sacrifice
Out of fire, smoke and brimstone
Dreaded one will rise

Nobody knows who's the disciples of hell
Father's a priest and he's casting a spell
No one can stop what's already begun
Worshiping darkness and Lucifer's son