Death of the feeble masses

I am the bastard demon
One with the devil´s people
I have the reputation
Of strictness and might
With me or against me
You lack the power to resist
You will stay below
Cruelty for those you love
In battles of hell we meet again
Long live the tradition of strenght
Death to the feeble masses
In the cult of black fire
I reign supreme
In dungeons of darkness
I creep through the night