Through myself one can reach the
place of eternal suffering,
Through myself one can reach
the night that is not followed
by a morning,
Through myself one can reach the
cursed [bad word] of one's
mother-country... (**)

Who knows the mysterious place,
Where it lies forgotten,
Covered with a layer of the
whole millennium's dust
And still waiting and waiting...

Who finds it and use it,
Will [bad word] the Lord of the World,
The Central Point of Magic
Is conjured in it....

I have been looking for it for whole Ages,
I am close, very close now,
I can feel its power and force,
My black blood is boiling...

I know it is waiting for me,
We are tied together with a bond,
Bond of dark anger,
 [bad word]  passion and victory...

When I seize it with my hands
And say the Words,
Then the Galaxy contracts,
Then be in fear, you...

... you disgusting, you stinking!