Through the most nostalgic remains The blood from all jealousy and pain Was spilled upon the blessed part Of the endless existence
After the forbidden fruits A fate was forged in despair Making the emptiness of all sins reign upon All pleasures of his curse
The misfortune raised like a veil Distressing all fears From solitude cold remembrances And her voice made him stronger To became the only truth and death
And hate Is the only thing That will be whispered through thy winds Far from the reign of grace and light Between conceptions traced in darkness
Surviving of your hateful storms Turning the grievous into grim The exile of the rule of lives To the glory of the supreme black victory
Submission And weakly thoughts Were conceived in the souls of the slaves Opposers of evil domination will be the conquest of the profane embrace
Following the malign path of knowledge With a fanaticism incarnated in black Extinguishing the expostulatory race of the ones That were born to improve The ineffectual blinded slag
With my own honor I'll live with pride I'll reign with violence upon thy flesh I'll finish the corridors of light To the supreme black victory