At the end of the day, evanish the light
With an eternal wrath, the hours burn me.
I fell whispers of evil creatures
Watching me from away
I feel your steps more near my confrontation.
Far away enchanted specters
Under the light fulminating of the terrible god of the moon.
Outweigh the thoughts
Who relied on them one day
So here is the melancholy thoughts
The eternal source of evil,
So here is what they say;
About my eyes on fire
I invoke the four elements
Under my domain
Feel the cold grip of my hand
On your spirit and your soul
And these words that make your thoughts
Be slaves of my wishes,
And obedient to my whims
And so with the sacred words
Of the eternal omnipotent lord of darkness,
You'll be on my incantation.