When the gates are opened and the world stands still sobbing
Total darkness falls and eyes cry blood moaning
The Chaos enthroned awakens the ancient evil,
Which have dwelled in the souls of the dead, sarcastically unreal.
The moment of sin will carry its horrible chain
Of vises and pains, and nothing sacred will remain.
We send streams of rain and snow.
We erect the technically perfect hell
As we reap so shall we mow.
The monument of the primogenital sin.
The corner stone for hundreds of sinners.
The only house of hope that remained
And nothing else exists.
Except the river of life flowing from the stone of human hopelessness
At midnight the moonlights will glow
Among silence, mist, sand and wind
You appear with a terrible roar.
The apocalypse warriors land on the deadly coast
With no face and no bone
To reap the dead souls
They never leave in peace the human being
The human race has betrayed itself.
Since the beginning of life
We are doomed to abstraction
We are doomed to nothingness
From the beginning …
With a horrible snout instead of a face
The doomed fodder started forth on the hordes
Of the faceless warriors of the “dead” death
In the name of salvation, in the name of Father
And the silence fell once again
And it lasted for ages
Between the good and the evil
In the name of salvation, in the name of Satan.
