Letra de Satyr IX

I hear the night calling, it knows my name
I hear the night screaming, summoned again
My need, my lust for vengeance, black wings of hate
My wrath at last has reason, legions awake
And when the night calls we rise, we kill
Our covens grow in darkness, nurtured by weed and pills
Rise, rise, legions of Hatred, rise, rise, legions of Hatred
Rise, rise, legions of Hatred, oh right now