DARK TRIUMPH
Nergal

Primeval god finally returns [bad word] a sound of triumph
I hear his voice
dawn of evil prayer
raise of million hands
Revelation of our dreams

I open my eyes
I'm into the tomb
Feel a touch of cool
Carry beneath the gates

...and now [bad word] 
Rides on the wings of winds
Opens the gates of ancient towns
Leads us to eternal delight
Among the thousand flames
From dark to black again

His eyes are dark and cold
Like northern frost
And icy breath
Is a wind for the faithful?

Bring me there
Where daylight never exists
And people live on gloom
Bring me there
Where I will be free
From god's tyranny