In damp grave of the world,
Desolate realm of cold,
Where ominous raven is croaking;

Where dead frozen ground, 
Fear and darkness surround, 
Rotting odour is rapidly spreading;

Mournful land of nightmare - 
Silent road through darkmere
Leads to cemetery, carved in forest;

Where inflamed eyes gleam
In delirious dream - 
black knight is appearing from fog...

"From deep abyss to high mountain
You will rise, eluding barriers,
Cleaning way with your unholy sword.
Gloryfying Dark and Chaos,
You''ll create new great empire - 
For [bad word] of death and grief!"

"An immortal warrior of North! [bad word] of the fallen elder force!
Awful vision of awaken death!
Bringing retribution to a man..."

"You will ride through endless ages
To the land of sin and mud;
Purifying world creation -
Sacrificing dirty mortal's blood!"

black knight is appearing from fog...

"From deep abyss to high mountain
You will rise, eluding barriers,
Cleaning way with your unholy sword.
...
For [bad word] of Death and Grief!"