He was born when the sun was black In time when the infernal forces was one and only Time before the birth of light as the beast of world and master of evil He is the spirit of hate now as the time before light He was the ruler and creator in ages and he is still our master We can still hear the anger of the beast Hate more pure... than a water of an mountain source In thousands of year he tried to conquer the new religion of glory times He can feel its present weakness and the upcoming conquer of evil Defeat is not a word of his world He is always the master of all creations Let his destiny fall upon us and the world is what it once was The conquer of evil
