Naer Mataron The Chosen Son
From the darkest dephs of Hades
As the black flame my soul burns
The dark vision is always there
To bring me (His) blasphemy
You born again oh chosen son
To bring up their message to bring up their word
From the fire
And the rituals of our fathers
You're now born again
From the blessings of the masters
You born again oh chosen son
To bring up their message to bring up their word
