The storm sings through the mountains
   While the rain is falling
   A tomb opens itself and lights up the dreary dark valley
   The warm spirits fill him, enchantment of his glory past
  
   Hear his low voice whisper
   Feel his powers
   Change the light of darkness
   His sanctity, his strength
  
   He will rule like before the tomb closed
   Tainted souls live again
   The sweet vengeance versus the black spirits of evil
  
   Into the light, back into death, now it is time!
   It will depend on the righteous or doomed
   Like once before open this tomb, for the revenge is mine
  
   Mother of the found, king of doom
   The fame of blackness, fountain of blood
   Take those enthroned, their poison inside
   Let them crawl till the end of time, die