Hear the thundering current in my veins
The whirling blood of a thousand demons
Legion I am legion we are
Breed of the eternal black flame
Deeds of destruction; our way is evil
The roar of Tiamat resounds in every cell
Her raging force full of wrath
We breathe of her breath
We join our forces to prepare for battle
Fuming and raging; without fear
Like the ancient Monstek vipers, merciless of fang
Fierce and clothed with terror
(spawn of the mighty one)
The old serpent stirs...
The old serpent stirs our soul
Her commands are mighty and eternal
The wind that carried her blood into secret places
Has abated and the ancient blood is trickling
From the (mysterious) dungeons of hell
The old serpent stirs...
And the wild; piercing cries of Tiamat
Resound within the winds, that bring forth...
The knowledge and might of the ancient viper
The old serpent that stirs our soul