Текст песни Satarial - Утра Тёмная Заря

Oh my son, take the sword of the mysteries,
And carry it over the earth with fire.
After all, I woven seven metals into it,
Dust of stars and emptiness are nothing.
And cities will open their doors before you
And people will fall to their knees before you.

Oh demiurge creator
You are the father of death and the mother of life.
You are the sun under which everything rots
By giving birth to a sweet fruit.

You are the light for those who are blind.
And God is for those who are perishable.
Your consciousness is death.

And you horned god
You fell to win.
And fire breathed into us
To take revenge on the Demiurge.
You are the illustrious king of ancient cities,
You are the dark dawn of the morning.
Both life and death are alien to you.
You hate in us, creation of the Demiurge,
And you love us, your sons,
A vessel of fire.

Lead us into battle
Oh our king.
To conquer death
And again to deprive the Demiurge of power.

And by the third power we will ascend in the universe,
Great race of Gods.
After all, we have
By the power of creation
And dark stars with fire.