Nocturnal Flare - Satyricon

The beast of the land

It stood right here

Twilight of the gods

Serpents — those with fangs

To conquer, to rule, to own

No days have passed

To conquer, to rule, to own

Daylight’s gone

Conjure, the past

Mortals — those with spines

Gathering of men

March!

onwards to death!

Hear the call from the voice of the elders

The tide will turn whenever you want

Nocturnal flare — hallow cries

Nocturnal flare

Echo the howl of the lonesome night

Naked trees and shivering leaves

Nocturnal flare — hallow cries

Nocturnal flare

To conquer, to rule, to own

No days have passed

To conquer, to rule, to own

Daylight’s gone

Silence, hear the hooves

Of the legion

Blades, jingle, angel of death

Man must answer to the sign of the end

Such is the law of the universe

Nocturnal flare — hallow cries

Nocturnal flare

The grave of our kind, lies open to us

And nothing can hold us back

Nocturnal flare — hallow cries

Nocturnal flare