Per multos annos sex lunarum ordinem et collocationem
exspectaverat
Et tandem suum iter finem habuerat
Erat sub radicibus montis Ghor-Ad
In cuius cacumine magnifica domus regia eminebat
Cum in eam irrupisset eius cognoscendi cupiditas et imperii
aviditas
Usque ad ianuam cellae funebris eum pepulerunt
Duo sarcophagi positi in medio loco
Conclavis illustrati nigra flamma
Incipit declamationem versuum turpium
Excitans flammam magis magisque ingentem
Dum magus vomitans blasphemias instabat
Duae nigrae imagines habitibus bellicis apparverunt
Domini Mali
Quomodo miser homo poterat eos continere ?

[HULTH-GARTH (He Who Summon Deads' Souls)]

For years he had waited the six moons falling into line,
And finally his journey ended
He was at the feet of the Ghor-Ad mountain
On the top of which raised the majestic castle
Once entered his thirst of knowledge and his desire of power
Pushed him to the death chamber
Two sarcophagi in the middle of a room illuminated
By black flame
He began to recite abominable verses,
Animating the flame stather and stather
To the pursue of the necromancer vomiting oaths
Two black figures in war clothes materialized
He had freed "The Lords Of Evil"
How dare a poor human being think to be able to
Control Them?