When the sun sinks into Hell
You can see the pitflames there
Upon the horizon for all to see
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Creatures of Hellemental fane
Come to fly, swim, and creep
Caverns of Belial's domain deep
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The Duskening calls
Children of Satan all
Draegon wings, western demonwinds
Coursing across the land and sea
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Lucifer's star
Glitters by Hecate's moonlight
Reflecting Sorath's Might
Constellations reveal occult mysteries
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The Duskening calls
To those born of darkness
Mark of The Beast, blackest heart
Debauchery and Sorcery
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Nocturnal Orchestra
Floats along the evening gusts
By the zephyrs and the trees
From ancient tales of sithening
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As Satan's cloak envelopes the land
The western pentagram is cast
And daemons of every shape and size
Come forth to partake in wicked delights