The winds of darkness blow again...nRidden by the mares of night.nThey beckon me in dreams and visions.nFrom far beyond creations light they sing to me...nWrathful beast of Satan's fire.nThey urge me further on my path.nNow soaked in froth and dark desire,nAt the threshold of the inverted womb I stand.nnSurrounded by darkness...nnAmidst its blackened clearnessnThere is naught to veil my sight.nI can behold as they ascend,nThe malformed horrors of the night,nAnd feel the crosses turn...nEach sense grow dim as if one with the dead,nAnd as I fall on my knees to the ground I am fednWith the fumes of shallow gravesnnInto the starless night, I follow the stench.nUrged on by a thirst that can not be quenched.nInto the starless night, I must go.nThe urge is so strong, it's all that I know...nnSatan's hunger. Satan's hunger.nnThe luring lament of a witch,nThe psalms of angels fallen.nThe chanting of the undead.nThey echo in the wind...nSanity and senses with darkness now aligned,nLike tentacles and angelwingsnIn foulest love entwined.nAnd the graves begin to open...nnThe brightest lightnWill always cast the darkest shadows.nShadows in which truth lies concealed.nFor deep in the tunnelsnBeyond the dream of this worldnThe mysteries truly reveal...nnInto the starless night, I follow the stench.nUrged on by a thirst that can not be quenched.nInto the starless night, I follow the call.nUrged on by a lust, that eliminates all.nnSatan's hunger. Satan's hunger!