Lyrics
From the abyss hear the howling
Bringing a dark serenade
Formed with the tail of a serpent
Mist of the wolf starts to fade
Aamon, your splendor forever
Both the future and past will foretell
40 legions commanded
When the demons call on the Great Marquis of Hell
Great Marquis of Hell
Thorns on a rose made in heaven
Flames spitting out soon they will
Poison the garden of Eden
Turning the time moving still
Aamon, your splendor forever
Both the future and past will foretell
40 legions commanded
When the demons call on the Great Marquis of Hell
Aamon, your splendor forever
Both the future and past will foretell
40 legions commanded
When the demons call on the Great Marquis of Hell
Great Marquis of Hell
