Hail the King of All Heathens

Followers of heathen culture, gather!
 Now is the time to unite.
 We are the sons of a true god,
 mighty creator of our race.
 Elements of nature grant us wisdom,
 domination, power and control.
 Those are the ways of survival
 for existence of the wolven breed.
 Ceremonies of the heathens,
 deep inside a mystic temple.
 Voices of an ancient cult
 are chanting to the hymns of night.
 Worshipping the moon in the darkness
 far in a land of solitude.
 Summoning the ancients of Woodlands.
 Summoning the demons of the sea.
 Dressed in a shiny black robe I uphold a torch.
 All in the name of my master
 ruler of the underworld of fire.
 Lord of the strong and the brave
 your arrival I await.
 King of the heathens, I sing to thee!
 Hail... Lucifer
 Hail... Abaddon
 Hail... Beelzebub
 Hail... Satan