He was born when the sun was black
In the time when the infernal forces was one and only
Time before the birth of light
as the beast of world and master of evil
He is the spirit of hate
now as the time before light
He was [bad word] and creator in ages
and he is still our master
We can still hear the anger of the beast
Hate more pure... than a water of mountain source
In the thousands of years he tried to conquer
the new religion of glory times
He can feel its present weakness
and the [bad word] conquer of evil
Defeat is not a word of his world
He is always the master of all creations
Let his destiny fall upon us
and the world is what it once was
The conquer of evil