Spirit of the Unknown Domain, Father forgotten by your children, A long journey You endured, Through stranger reigns now here As an ageless Soul upon Stormy Oceans You travelled to reach your lost sons. Master, here we are Waiting, for Your coming Lost, is our Source Mislaid, is our Goal "Oh my King, You're here at last. I swear by Your Dark Throne my total obedience, I seal this Oath with my blood. Make whatever You want of our lives, They're yours, and so this world". Finally He arrives to the Place Where His people live Rage when He sees another Lord On His j**elled throne For years the battle lasts Leaving only corpses and dust At the end our King slays His enemy. NOW HE SITS ON HIS THRONE Master, here're our Souls Meaningless, as we born Slaves, to the Dark Domain Fighting, for our Black Faith "Darkness fills the Air. Stench of putrid things in it. (Ancient) monuments to a forgotten christ are burning, His followers are hanged on every tree, their flesh is food for the birds, Their Souls are the dish of our Lord".