Shining in darkness the vary eyes of the lord o birds of prey announces the passing of time
 With his piercing call
 The thick dark leaves of the forest dance in the wind and in worshipful adoration
 The heavens tremble and the bright lightning flashes, leaving the heart's of the forests sons
 The howling of the wolves [bad word] a macabre litany
 Premonitions, obscure premonitions crawl in the night air
 Built on dragon's bones the imposing tower stands
 There the old of the oak turns the profaned sealed pages
 The timeless pages built on sacred and terrible rituals
 The wrinkled hands turn the pages, the hypnotic starring eyes nourish the thousand thoughts
 In the whirling magic of this silent ritual
 While the moonlight reflects the dragon's breath
 When the ancient [bad word] the earth, giving abundance and death with a simple and fair hand
 Glorious were their crowns, but the greed let the man to no longer follow the way of faith
 But only the path of power. His greed drove him to excavate the depths of the earth
 In search of hidden treasures
 The rocks were broken and scattered to extract gold and gems
 Mans [bad word] the earth creating chasms liberating wealth and tremendous powers imprisoned
 In the womb of the earth for thousands of years
 Blinded by a mad quest, made pacts with the lord of the abyss
 Repayed with the supreme art of metals
 The sublimation of the elements earth, wind, water and fire
 Death and [bad word] would spread
 Blood of the guilty and the innocent may spill on earth nourishing the abyss