Diabolus incarnatus

From the east they appeared
From ancient lands of hatred and desolation
Hellish blizzard storms
Five demons and a witch

In weird tongues they spoke
And the being was spawned
Destronork is the word
To describe the horror

Et diabolus incarnatus est
Et homo factus est

Harsh beats, spears, thunders
Master of the black temple
Feed with humans heads

Lightning across the sky
Devastated land, and hearts

Today I have nothing to say
Just the smell of leather
The taste of the spikes on my skin
I find shelter in silence
But still invoking the beast

Again the sentence in my head
The breath of night in my face
Cold, grim, unforgettable