In The Wake Of Armadeus

Covens have gathered frozen in time
Ageless figures are linking their minds
Circles of power drawing them near
Calling the infernal ones to appear
Legions of witches meeting on Candlemas eve
The Dark Age has ended surrendering down on its knees

Circles of witches chanting his name
Calling the damned one to rise once again
The blood of the sacrifice darkens the floor
The gateway is open they've unlocked the door
Legions of witches meeting on Candlemas eve
The Dark Age has ended surrendering down on its knees

Look into the North, in the light of the candle
The form that's taking shape within the triangle
Feel the power that's growing in the darkness
The evil stench of Hell, Behold Armadeus

Crumbling Religions subside into dust
And retreat into obscurity
The Tower of Babel rises again
In the path of his Majesty
Behold Armadeus
Behold Armadeus