I (myself) Esteban son of the dark side,

illuminated monarch of the abyss

(which is) forgotten by the divine light

I'm alive.

Ancient now inexistent laws,

which have been destroyed by you man,

prevented me from waking up.

I will come riding a black dragon

in delirium winds and anguish wings

purify the air 'cause I'm coming and sacrifice

to the big tree with fire and blood.



I Esteban promise...



Power and glory in the anarchy of evil

to you poor mortals unite in my magic circle

in a way without return swear in me voices in the wind

voices from a moan which fades in a delirium

like the weak dust settles on the ruins of the past.

Oh lost souls in the whirl of the infinite

Esteban is alive... and so is the legend...