Текст песни Autumn Rain Melancholy - . . .

Among the primordial void,
Through the gloom of the darkness of the grave
Bears the immortal souls swarm
And by the way, the appointed destiny.
Terrible Black Gate
Leads to which that path.
"Abhor hope everyone who is coming," -
Broadcasts writings grief.
The first round, for those who are good,
But true faith is not known;
The second is for those who have their lives
The pleasures lost;
Third for gluttony,
What's in the rain rot in torment
And the fourth took those
Who is subservient to the bore.
In the depths of the fifth angry groan,
In the swamps of Stygia drowning;
The voice of the heretics of the sixth,
Power of God proklyanuvshih;
Violence poison the earth absorbed
Damned of the seventh round,
And the veil of darkness opened up,
Bringing in a cruel punishment blizzard.
The crowd has known the bitterness of darkness,
Fly through the hellish circles
Shadow countless flock,
Yell chilling emitting.
Deeper down to the evil devil
Carry servants Goat
Immortal souls accidents swarm
Guided ghost fate.