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Settled in your infernal throne

Think in how expand the evil

From the world of those weak humans

You've thought in a weak priest

Praying in silence

His mind is confused, his heart without remorse

Unknowing the truth, waiting for his death, a death without a course.

Made of him, tool of slaughter

Blinded his eyes with anger

As evil's prince created a kingdom for you

Eager for your vengance

You created a kingdom of darkness

Time turns all into desolation

Realms of desolation