I (myself) Esteban son of the dark side,
illuminated monarch of the abyss
(which is) forgotten by the divine light
I`m alive.
Ancient now inexistent laws,
which have been destroyed by you man,
prevented me from waking up.
I will come riding a black dragon
in delirium winds and anguish wings
purify the air `cause I`m coming and sacrifice
to the big tree with fire and blood.
I Esteban promise...
Power and glory in the anarchy of evil
to you poor mortals unite in my magic circle
in a way without return swear in me voices in the wind
voices from a moan which fades in a delirium
like the weak dust settles on the ruins of the past.
Oh lost souls in the whirl of the infinite
Esteban is alive... and so is the legend...