"Defiler of souls, wielder of the black sun
Guarding the gates that lead to the end,
Can you open my mind and fill my spirit with mist?
Will I be able to cross the path towards the throne?"
"Mortal soul, weakened one, thy fragile flesh
Can't bear the cursed sign
But once thy spirit is dark and your will to hold
The black flame is strong
I shall teach thee the Arcanum secrets,
And show you deaths beyond the death"
For ages ruling the shadows
Profanation under the sign of the one
The one collecting doomed souls
Cursing the ways of the light
And devouring the day
In his mask of hate
The scepter of death is now darkening
The void reaches the unseen
Time has no meaning inside his cold eyes
And with the purple flames of misery
The sacred evil runes shall rise
"Oh wise one! Now tear my flesh apart
Dry my blood and let me taste suffering!
Devil may cry inside the core of my soul,
Now I can see the flames, and the black sun
That you hold.."
"For I'm the enemy of purity,
I shall desecrate thy body and curse thy spirit
And now thou art under the ancient runes
Is pure evil!!"