Into The Mountains King Realm
Over the Transilvanian's mountains
The Sabbath's haunting down,
The black of mystery
The sculptured of woods...
From the valley's deepness
Hear it screaming...
And griming the fury of
Thee... which lightness's opposed.
And the fogs whiteness
'S crawling under the grasp,
And from the forests stone
Dark shadows crawl upon it.
The darkness sword
Cuts the darkness filed way
The occult rage
Fronts its face.
Nas Montanhas do Reino do Rei
Sobre as montanhas da Transilvânia
O Sabbath assombra,
O preto do mistério
As esculturas das matas...
Do fundo do vale
Ouça o grito...
E manchando a fúria de
Ti... que se opõe à luz.
E a bruma branca
Se arrasta sob o domínio,
E das florestas de pedra
Sombras escuras se arrastam sobre isso.
A espada da escuridão
Corta o caminho sombrio
A raiva oculta
Enfrenta seu rosto.