From times of ancient glory

We summon the spirit of our ancestors

Breed of the darkest kind

Raised by the fury of the ancient ones



From those ancient times

We summon the powers of our ancestors

For we are their mighty descendants

We will rise to claim what's ours

To rule our mighty empire again



For the glory of the ancient ones

We will destroy the light and its servants

Grotesque powers will be unleashed

When we open the gate



Raised by the fury of the ancient ones

Raised by the fury of the ancient ones



Raging chaos will conquer all

Servants of the light will die in agony

Our hatred feeded by immense evil

Is the key to the gate of our mighty empire

We shall rule the earth once more