Empress of the black empyrean, Evoke the children of enthroned Queen To worship Her in the burning velvet palanquin Bring us the wisdom within, The forgotten sagas of ancient glory Fulfill the divination of the world domination Symphony of the prevailing forces, Composed by bloody strings, On carnage of slain hordes Give us the strength in this war everlasting The strength to fasten on the hilt of sword And conquer the fortress of ignorance and weakness Lowering clouds hide tomorrow's eyes, Like the enigma of masqueraded lies World of hypocrisy - punished with massacre Deniers soul - torn drifted to the dust From the cradle to the grave, For the nebula of your eyes we rise the blade In the constellation of supremacy, Morning star rises for your victory The beloved of immemorial alliance, Incantation for the enormity we solicit Spirits of the night set forth your overture With blood falling angels stain the chaotic sphere Queen with her ensemble of symphony, Arrives to incorporate heaven to Her black empire