Like a blistering stream, the black spirits still surround the planet

since the kingdom was in slumber, deep in the earth itself.

When the cosmos expanded again, the old kings awakened

to recreate the forces of a black earth

by the heat of unnatural fire.



All which existed in the cosmos,

it all died away by their powers

long ago, when the time was yet unborn

and life was to serve their demon-gods.

Of pure blackness, their spirits were made,

and of evil were their names.

Created to rule and not to be ruled,

to create, to rule and to devastate...



And the black kings created surface

to walk upon, to exhaust what dwells,

so the hights of invincible mountains

and the deep valleys became born.



Between them, they made the seas

to submerge and to hide their treasures.

Endless oceans to drown all light

in the everblackness enemy to the flesh.



Eternal darkness for thousands of years

when their flesh returned to the soil of earth.

Children of the black kings and the dragoness.

Sons of the ancient demons.

A new chapter in time now has begun,

the conquest for the universe itself.

The great ancient fathers of a dark genesis

will lead their hordes among the nightworld.



Awake again, O ancient kings,

reveal thy secret pathways

through the vast universe where stars die

in the infinite forge of time.



From the infinite forge of time,

from the dimensions unseen in light

they united their semen to breed

a supreme being, on all souls to feed...