An ode from the king of eternal bloodshed and thy bestial carnage Beauty of darkness, stars inside a jewel sky. Light above holy lands - holy realms. Blessed by a god which we've dammed. Sacred lands - the gift of the god - which we've dammed. Aird Righ - by honour of blood. The sign of infernal hordes, with shields of steel, under tripple six - a unhallowed cross. Raise your weapons to the king. Riding into next battle in honour of the almighty. Aird Righ - I call thy name. I am at one with thee my lord. Your will inside my darkened soul and mind. Leaded by hell's powers. Aird Righ - enthrone the lord. A throne of thorns on a pile of skulls, the crown of black gold, will adorn the king. Strong and proudly like a god of hell. Raise your weapons to the lord and behold the oath, of bloodshed inside your black hart. Aird Righ - by honour of blood - we'll fight! Aird Righ - I call thy name - we'll behold the oath! Aird Righ - enthrone the lord - present thy crown! With the moon on our side - we ban the forces of light. From out realms were we dwell - in darkness. Fear will reign and blood must flow - on sacred soil. So it is written and so, it will be... The dark age has arrived - and with it the demonlord. Call and hail his name... Aird Righ