Root

BLACK SEAL

Through myself one can reach
the place of eternal suffering
Through myself one can reach
the night that is not followed by a morning
Through myself one can reach
the cursed bastards of one's mother-country...*

Who knows the mysterious place, where it lies forgotten
Covered with a layer of the whole millenium's dust
And still waiting and waiting...

Who finds in and use it, will become the Lord of the World
The Central Point of magic is conjured in it...
I have been looking for it for whole Ages
I am close, very close now
I can fell its power and force, my black blood is boiling...

I know it is waiting for me, we are tied together with a bond
Bond of dark anger, cruelty, passion and victori...

When I seize it with my hands and say the Words
Then the Galaxy contracts, then be in fear,you...

...you disgusting, you stinking !