Dustclouds approaching in sight sceams and squalls for the heat can't stand that incommensurable power drawing six warriors and the force of Vrill - (Triangle Sovereings) - "And merciless ma**es gather in the attack, that will nearly lacerate our flesh, vindictive and joined in their claws stab draining our veins in impetuous cascade of blood, but in the blasting sky and terrifying screams are heard again the last words of the underworld king, and in every thunderclap is present his hammer that with the six warriors' hearts beats at once in their chest. Will my force ever reach our dying hand may the divine sword lay eternally unprophaned, its drawner will certainly win his battle, but certain die after victory, the six besiegers would conquer the triangle;
stands in flames and wait lordly their present king to reach vengeance they will obey him without questions. This what we read in their so determined advance, this is the course of doom but we will face it with raised heads; retire now beyond the abysses gates" [solos - Adonai, d**hmaster] The seven abysses wait unholy steps prophane the sacred gates of power, impurity rules over once fiery stnes. In complete disgrace the cascade ruins and the stallions ride is hard through the battlewitness stony faces, never stooping fall. There waiting bane welcomes the usurped lords, the divine sword appears in shining strenght, divine and allmighty in the hands of the impaler, Fury and Agony, Victory and d**h the Triangle is Black!