Musicians execute a gruesome symphony That is spread through the unlimited world Won't be heard by the simple mortal beings And will invocate the chosen ones to celebrate the evil The adepts take themselves the path of the dark arts Transcending unexplored lands even by its possessor When they reach the centers searching the geomantic valleys The lords of the world go beyond the goodness and the evil The word's power of the dragon orator Dancing flare dancing according to the wind Giant Salamander sings with his igneous voice Nocturnal mantle is the theater of the invocation They ramble through the dark streets between the dry trees Between the ancient tombs of the forgotten genocide popes Where the templar goats' heads vigilante through the eternity While the oldest serpents evocate a prayer to the heroes