the storm sings through the mountains
while the rain is falling
a tomb opens itself and lights up the dreary dark valley
the warm spirits fill him
the enchantment of his glory past
hear his low voice whisper
change the light of darkness
he will rule like before the tomb closed
the sweet vengeance versus the black spirits of evil
it will depend on the righteous or doomed
like once before opened this tomb
let them crawl till the end of time