Once in the time of chaos,
Of sunless days and of unhappiness
The statue of the triumphant master
Stood proud and grim.
In the light of three descending moons
It twisted and cracked open
Unleashing the Goblin King,
Once again, for the last time.
«Now is the victory ours!»
«Let us dance the dance of Immortals!»
They shrieked, as they marched
Up and down the hills,
In the sighing face of earth.
Misfortune and chaos,
Grief and destruction —
The works of dreaming evil,
And the joy of unholiness.
No soul was left alone
In the mayhem of the human race.
«Hahahahaa! Let us joy, let us dance!»
So they danced their macabre dances.
From the three ascending moons
Moonshine was spilling onto the ground,
Gruesome trophies were all around
In the halls of the Goblin King.