The storm sings through the mountains

While the rain is falling

A tomb opens itself and lights up the dreary dark valley

The warm spirits fill him, the enchantment of his glory past



Hear his low voice whisper

Feel his powers

Change the light of darkness

His sanctity, his strength



He will rule like before the tomb closed

Tainted souls live again

The sweet vengeance versus the black spirits of evil



Into the light, back into death, now it is time!

It will depend on the righteous or doomed

Like once before opened this tomb, for the revenge is mine



Mother of the found, king of doom

The fane of blackness, fountain of blood

Take those enthroned, their poison inside

Let them crawl till the end of time, die