I have taken the torch, enforcing the Mirror of Destiny
With the fear of the Fallen Ones, with Black Eyes of Mournful Blood
Yes, Decimate and Reconstruct
Apocalypse of inner War, in this soil of dried bloodpaths
Through the tongues of the giants
My Scepter has spoken, and if I feel the future
I see the Final Victory, but in the end
nobody has Won... Decimate, Reconstruct...
And as the lights go black, and the feeble scream in fear, sorrow...
I tell the whole valley that my hammer has become the ruler...
Misfortune for the perished ones, (because) I have manifested my intervention...
