Texty:
Sargeist Satanic Black Devotion

On this night of a depressive autumn Under branches of these old trees On this hour thy sign I glorify Black flame of Satan in my heart Fog is rising

I still see that which reminded me Of a time sorrow had reigned With hope crushed underneath A regent to the throne of black memory Lost, forgotten

Tears wet the coffin dust Mourning stains the wooden lid Through the sadness and depression I awake in the stone cold grave Weird glow in the vault around

daily, and pitifully Raising futile fists Darkness marauds The excruciating populations Perplexingly shallow Appears abstract through eyes Familiar to none else Satan