Sangtekst: Dark Throne. Transylvanian Hunger. As Flittermice as Satans Spys.

Flittermice of Eld Unveiled at the plenilune

Rising terrestrial power umbraged by celestial light
Fordone by Mournful rest now seeking to be fed again
Flittermice of Eld they peer into the morrows,
They peer the yesteryears as thoose are coming back.
That Shineth Forth from the palace of god - the palace of no return
Beholding the son recrucified, beholding gods race browbeaten,

Flittermice of Eld they fly to blaspheme yehova
Beholding the Devastation of all mortals built by them.
A Fare to Rise the Flag (of Satan), to desseminate the races,

and to build thei Temple (of the) Damned on once holy pleasure ground

Maltifarious Winged Black Creatures slew the angels (up so) high.
To build the Hall of Battle and to live in Eternal Strife
Flittermice come forth from the land beyond the forest
who Burned the face of god with the Eye of Our Master Devestation, Blasphemy, Desecration, Unholy He