Lyrics:
The Summons

Close your eyes, beg for the light that never be allowed to you it doesn't belong to your God anymore it crosses my path now you're mine I'm the master

with a warning. Son, don't be dense! You know it's an offence And you must expect a summons in the morning" And you must expect a summons in the morn...

corpse. On my altar when the fullmoon rise. The ceremony turn in an infernal orgy in holy blood. I'm the antichrist, master of massacre! I summon the

Translation: Watts, Isaac. The Lord, The Sovereign, Sends His Summons Forth.

Damned celestial realm, a local bewitched Shall apperceive its hindmost incessant torment Unencumbered nightfall has been distraught In its dominion

I stand before thee, gods of all prestine for flock of tyrants, who know not thy path come forth to see, all things to be seen now know the presence,

How countless they congregate O'er our tumultuous snow Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow As if with keenness for our fate

I sit beside the fire and think Of how the world will be When winter comes without a spring That I shall ever see I sit beside the fire and think Of

Farewell we call to the earth and hall Though wind may blow so fast rain may fall We must away ere break of day For over wood, tree and mountain tall.