Hail to Thee, in Your hate and might
gravely lurks the greatest fright
with Your curse and grace
doom is laid upon the race
in the endless chains of wrath
and those who follow the path

Hail the Evil Queen of Darkness
who rule the hordes of faceless
in the land of fear and sadness
where the blood flows in blackness
through the pagan groves of time
to make the wicked souls to die
soon when all is drown in sorrow
there will be no world tomorrow

Hail to Thee, in Your depth of will
fiercely hides the strength of kill
with Your hatred in the sight
demon army walks the night
to lay destruction upon the earth
bringing humans forth to death

Hail the Lady of All Tremblings
who fly the earth on deathwings
in the realm of horrid reapers
where's every life that withers