From times of ancient glory  We summon the spirit of our ancestors  Breed of the darkest kind  Raised by the fury of the ancient ones    From those ancient times  We summon the powers of our ancestors  For we are their mighty descendants  We will rise to claim what's ours  To rule our mighty empire again    For the glory of the ancient ones  We will destroy the light and it's servants  Grotesque powers will be unleashed  When we open the gate    Raised by the fury of the ancient ones  Raised by the fury of the ancient ones    Raging chaos will conquer all  Servants of the light will die in agony  Our hatred feeded by immense evil  Is the key to the gate of our mighty empire  We shall rule the earth once more