The real old and original man behind the mask is back. Tremble before me. Well if you do remember me, start a chat, i'll be happy to talk with you.

Share the taste of hate,
Share the future fate,
Share your power, from your castle,
Share your soul, your life in a cradle.

Head away, in the vastness of space,
Head further, in death of your pace,
Head back, in the wasteland of your race,
Stand still, until the end of your grace.

More to come ...

Tookash Kriaok = Pitch Darkness
Gramm's Nosh Tarr = Vessel From Hell
Gramm's Nosh Gin = Blood From Hell