Conqueror de Aura Noir

So you've come for your vengeance
hear - i think the crowd is silent
of me you have dreamt
i have grown (i built my domain on your hate)
mock your words
i will laugh in disrespect
then wash my hands in your blood
conqueror
a face of fright you revealed to me
with which i painted my eyes
delight me with death for this tires my soul
and soon eyes of black shall
hear crowd - my heart
the delicate thunder