Realm of a thousand burning souls

In the shadow-side of life
in a dark and mystic midwinter-night
a child was born in ice and frost-like fire
an immortal child, an evil spirit.

Before his birth he walked
this earth with hatred and desires
desires tocrush what he hates.

In hell he belongs, like the moon in the sky.
To grant himself what the unknown knows
he submerged underneath his earthly life
underneath the surface of this earth
into the realm of a thousand burning souls
and questioned the elder demons for their ancient wisdom.

"Oh, mighty demons... Evil demons...
I am worthy... speak upon me and
grant me your knowledge
so that I can inherit my throne of fire
and reign by your side" His eyes started to burn, his blood boiled
as a majestic choir spoke upon him:
"Your wish is granted"

He screamed in tongues unto the mighty demons, in
rejoice and pain.
With the blood of his very own soul
he was baptised in the name of the northern prince
of hell, and of all the unclean spirits.

Immortal he was and demonized he became
the prince of darkness was born.
The agitator for the forthcoming humans on earth.
Onward to the battle against the ones he despises and hates
his journey now has begun.

In heaven this victorious battle will end (evil has won)
another kingdom will rise from the earth
the kingdom of a thousand burning souls
humans shall kneel in front of me - their master
my word will be their law - enslavement!

Now the war has begun,
tears and blood falls to the frozen and holy ground
the sounding from the swords and screams of angels
echoes in the war-filled skies. Ah... blood and screams
cries and agony
Demons, I summon you. hear my hail.
Come forth and gather here
we have won this battle is won
I spit on their cross
this is my realm with a thousand burning souls
where I shall rule for eternity - it is my destiny!
Let the fire of hell touch the sky!

"Spawns of damnation let your spirits fly
sons of darkness hold your banner high.

You divided and conquered, with bejewelled hate
we are the proud ones that crushed the holy gate
we slayed with our swords and our lust
dawn is gone this is the final dusk
burn the angel-wings with the fire of hell
drink their holy blood and cast down a spell
the skies are filled with blood and fire
ooh yes...this is my desire
earth to us, ashes of angels and dust of heaven"

In the shadow-side of life with burning desire
I, Satan’s son, was born in frost-like fire.
In darkness I belong like the moon in the sky.

Witnessed by the almighty god in heaven
drowned in the holy blood of angels
he screamed in blasphemous voice
I’ve crushed the heavenly paradise - ha!

Silence surrounded him
though he heard some beautiful moaning
a whispering but yet so clear:

"Oh my god, why have you abandoned us"
it was the agonised choir of angels that silently faded away
and God wept, your God wept, your pathetic God wept!