I'm slave to the arms of the Night
And of the Shadows
Caressed by the storms and the spines
Of wanton fantasies
Filthy unutterable rites
Of Pagan verity
Adorned by magickal scars
For the Ones who Believe
For the Ones who really Believe

I raise a toast to the Gods
Of the Damned and Banned
A chalice to those who betrayed
The gilded throne

Write of my journeys and fights back to back
Sing of my deeds and my glories
Hide all the things that are burning my heart
Deep down devouring my Soul of Black
Until I will confess and redeem
To the last Arcane King

A kingdom got fattened by greed
By vicious longings
Luxury demons command
On the prowl of your Vanity
Look out for your enemies
I raise a toast to the Gods
Of the Damned and Banned
A chalice to those who betrayed
The gilded throne

I stand on the verge of malice
Bless the hands of the wickedly pure
The fingers of the glorified
To the back of the eternally blamed

Write of my journeys and fights back to back
Sing of my deeds and my glories
Hide all the things that are burning my heart
Deep down devouring my Soul of Black
Until I will confess and redeem
The Arcane King

Sing of my deeds and glories
As my remains repose
Evocating Maleficium
Manuscript of death throes

(Solo: Rafahel, Aydan, Rafahel, Aydan)

Write of my journeys and fights back to back
Sing of my deeds and my glories
Hide all the things that are burning my heart
Deep down devouring my Soul of Black
Write of my journeys and fights back to back
Sing of my deeds and my glories
Hide all the things that are burning my heart
Deep down devouring my Soul of Black
Until I will confess and redeem
The Arcane King
Yes, I will redeem to the Arcane King

I stand on the verge of malice
Blessed the hands of the wickedly pure
Pointed the fingers of the glorified
To the backs of the eternally blamed

I stand on the verge of malice
Blessed the hands of the wickedly pure
Pointed the fingers of the glorified
To the backs of the eternally blamed

I smell the blood of the reverenced
With reluctance and disgust
They'll find the answers of their holy land
In the piss splattered on their graves

Until I will redeem
To the Arcane King
Until I will redeem
To the Arcane, to the Arcane King