Spirit of the 
Unknown Domain, 
Father forgotten by your children, 
A long journey 
You endured, through stranger reigns now here 
As an ageless 
Soul upon 
Stormy Oceans 
You travelled to reach your lost sons. 
Master, here we are 
Waiting, for 
Your coming 
Lost, is our 
Source Mislaid, is our 
Goal "Oh my King, You're here at last. I swear by Your Dark Throne my total obedience, I seal this Oath with my blood. Make whatever You want of our lives, they're yours, and so this world". 
Finally He arrives to the 
Place where 
His people live 
Rage when 
He sees another 
Lord on His jewelled throne 
For years the battle lasts leaving only corpses and dust at the end our 
King slays 
His enemy. 
NOW HE SIT
S ON HIS T
HRONE Master, here're our 
Souls Meaningless, as we born 
Slaves, to the 
Dark Domain 
Fighting, for our 
Black Faith "Darkness fills the Air. Stench of putrid things in it. (Ancient) monuments to a forgotten christ are burning, his followers are hanged on every tree, their flesh is food for the birds, their Souls are the dish of our Lord".