At the end of the day, evanish the light With an eternal wrath, the hours burn me. I fell whispers of evil creatures Watching me from away I feel your steps more near my confrontation. Far away enchanted specters Under the light fulminating of the terrible god of the moon. Outweigh the thoughts Who relied on them one day So here is the melancholy thoughts The eternal source of evil, So here is what they say; About my eyes on fire I invoke the four elements Under my domain Feel the cold grip of my hand On your spirit and your soul And these words that make your thoughts Be slaves of my wishes, And obedient to my whims And so with the sacred words Of the eternal omnipotent lord of darkness, You'll be on my incantation.