Deep flows the stream

Beneath the hills of Occident

Dark as blood running through ages dim

From beginning 'til the end



In caves and grottoes spied

Renounced, revered and scryed

By men with dolch and bell

Roma, Amor; the ill and well



For good spirits of Europe

Men come with staff and scepter alike

With Tafur hordes, on horses high



Paint the Devil on the wall

Paint it black and paint it tall

But as Montsegur endures

There will be your light

Oh Lucibel

And when we shall burn alive

With sulphur crowns shoot up the sky

Then we shall be your light

Oh Lucibel



Pale is the horse

Upon which sits merciful fate

Crimson the hooves

To trample fools beneath its gait



Heretics and warlocks

Their vernal equinox

Gods suffered not by Rome

Gods men know not

Gods men forgot



For good spirits of Europe

Men come with cudgel and claymore alike

With Tafur hordes, on horses high



And it's not the life that's given

But the death that's taken

When all that we're worth is vanguished

Damned and undone

The good spirits of Europe

Stand with Abraxas behind the sun



We'll burn in your fire, Lucibel

Burn through the night, Lucibel

Burn as the sun, Lucibel