Az e jszaka szulott je, a forditott let sar ja,

A rettegett ordog, orokke ego legenda..

The native of dragons, The leader of the wolves

Rhadamantus tyrant, The Great Impaler Void

He hated the lairs at all, never casigated the
truth

Slayed the rag-pickers at all, could not spare
the riches too

He nailed the hats on their heads, this way kept
the traditions of his guests

Had his feast in his forest, was made of the
victims been impaled

Az e jszaka szulott je, a forditott let sar ja..
a karoba huzo vajda!

A szelrozsa minden iranyaba menekult volna ki
merre lat.. egesd fel a csurt!

Sad sad desinty, but their catharsis had to be
done.. anyway.

The nature always find the way to cut off what is
rather like a stunt.

Dark Majesty of all the mystics come back and
visit our lands!

They are too much, they are too sick, we need
your wise instructions

For to keep the flames and to use the pales.

Lets burn the books, and change the churches to
trainspotted ecstasy

Parties! [We have] prepared the place just to
take your fair,

Join the digital trance! Black fashion cult in
the U.V. light.

U.V. Lord Impaler. Come back! Dark Majesty..
Visit our lands!