Paroles de In Hoc Signo Vinces (By This Sign, Thou Shalt Conquer)

From heavens high; cast out and denied An angel of light, and visions divine Let his magnificent seeds Be planted in this world! Let winds of flame, cleanse the earth Let the storms of Apocalypse unfold Ancient serpent, fallen one Majestic defiler, great morning star Bringer of truth divine Behold the morning star In hoc Signo Vinces Bow before the sign of the horns In hoc Signo Vinces Come, bringer of the pestilent tide Ride on wings of fiery hate Come, herald of wisdom divine Bearer of the bestial mark Impaled on stakes, a forest of death Angelic figures, now twisted, mutilated The land is dead, he shall never return As cloven hooves now crush the earth