I (myself) 
Esteban son of the dark side,illuminated monarch of the abyss(which is) forgotten bythe divine light
I'm alive.
Ancient now inexistent laws,which have been destroyedby you man,prevented me from waking up.
I will come riding a black dragonin delirium windsand anguish wingspurify the air'cause 
I'm coming and sacrificeto the big tree with fire and blood.
I Esteban promise...
Power and glory in the anarchy of evilto you poor mortalsunite in my magic circlein a way without returnswear in me voices in the windvoices from a moan which fades in a deliriumlike the weak dust settles on the ruins of the past.
Oh lost souls in the whirl of the infinite
Esteban is alive...and so is the legend...