Olden Days - Abigor

He rises in the sombre sadness\nIn the silence of monastic madness\nBehind monolithic pillars\nOf churches, shrines and chapels\nIn the dust of age-old cathedrals\nWhere the horrors of death shake the ground\nHis shadow grows in arcane castles\nWhere secret sins gnaw the souls of gauntly lords\nIn the crypts where alchemysts transform\nThe nature of things\nIn the woods where magicians practice\nTheir nocturnal arts\nSathanas is everywhere\nMany can see him, to many he speaks\nHermits call him and we serve him\nWhen fiery omens set the night ablaze\nWhen stars take strange shapes\nAnd planets bathe in blood\nWhen we spread the seed of malediction