The storm sings through the mountains   While the rain is falling   A tomb opens itself and lights up the dreary dark valley   The warm spirits fill him, the enchantment of his glory past      Hear his low voice whisper   Feel his powers   Change the light of darkness   His sanctity, his strength      He will rule like before the tomb closed   Tainted souls live again   The sweet vengeance versus the black spirits of evil      Into the light, back into death, now it is time!    It will depend on the righteous or doomed   Like once before opened this tomb, for the revenge is mine      Mother of the found, king of doom   The fane of blackness, fountain of blood   Take those enthroned, their poison inside   Let them crawl till the end of time, die