FUOCO, PIA
NTO, SANGU
E, CANCROS
ACRA LOTTA 
DURA CRUDA 
DI IDEALI 
SENZA ETA'
MORTE NERA 
DENTRO MES
AD DARK AN
GEL WRITE 
THE POEM'S 
EVIL PAGEQ
UANDO CORP
US MORIETU
R FAC UT A
NIMAE DONE
TURFUOCO, 
PIANTO, SA
NGUE, CANC
ROMORTE NE
RA DENTRO 
MEQUANDO C
ORPUS MORI
ETUR FAC U
T ANIMAE D
ONETURSACR
A LOTTA DU
RA CRUDA D
I IDEALI S
ENZA ETA'S
AD DARK AN
GEL WRITE 
THE POEM'S 
EVIL PAGEYes, my dear friends, the sun shining on our beloved
Akron none of us... none of us can sleep peacefully...from when the magic sword was handled by the black kinglands seems to not be the same anymore...he's clearly preparing his plans of war to attack thethe ancient towns of 
Elnor and 
Thoraldpeople of these wonderful valleys...will be surely the first goalsin his ambitious and cruel dream of conquest...
Come mighty warrior... come to help your... your...the ancient words are going to be pronounced...
Oh god!...oh god... no...
They found it, they found it...thanks to the cosmic power of the emerald weaponthe book of the dead kept by the dark angel is nowopen and the rites of blood are going to begin...
Oh no, god!... oh no... 
I hear those damned words...
I hear them... 
Necros,Dagma, 
Atra, Krona
Necros, Dagma, 
Atra, Krona...
Necros, Dagma, 
Atra, Krona...
I hear them... 
Necros,Dagma, 
Atra, Krona...
The abyss will soon spit out thousands of demoniaccreatures and she will be back to lead them all...!
Why? Why? 
The godforsaken bitch ancient servant of
Kron will be free from the spell that was trapping herin the crytpts of the ghostland... what the fathers ofmy father were able to do is going to end...
Oh yes, I knew it... 
I knew it!...the power of the emerald sword in the wrong hands
I knew it!can lead to these tragic results......the waves of the oceans will soonand if we don't organizebecome giants attacking our towns...a valid controffensive to stop thosea tragic prelude to an announced... massacre!creatures this will only be a tragic...
FUOCO, PIA
NTO, SANGU
E, CANCROM
ORTE NERA 
DENTRO MES
ACRA LOTTA 
DURA CRUDA 
DI IDEALI 
SENZA ETA'
QUANDO COR
PUS MORIET
UR FAC UT 
ANIMAE DON
ETURMy dear 
Elnor, Thorald... the dark angel is nowsheding his tears......fight for your past, fight foryour future... 
Elnor, Thorald... resist... resist!