He was born when the sun was black

In the time when the infernal forces was one and only

Time before the birth of light

as the beast of world and master of evil

He is the spirit of hate

now as the time before light

He was the ruler and creator in ages

and he is still our master

We can still hear the anger of the beast

Hate more pure... than a water of mountain source

In the thousands of years he tried to conquer

the new religion of glory times

He can feel its present weakness

and the upcoming conquer of evil

Defeat is not a word of his world

He is always the master of all creations

Let his destiny fall upon us

and the world is what it once was

The conquer of evil