ترانه:
Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult

ترجمه: تیره و عبادت نیمه شب Slaughtercult. خواستگار مرگ.

Diluvial cleansing glinting morning dew upon languishing vitality of atrophying spirits. Astonishing pulchritude reflects in a dead mans golden stare

We call upon the insubstantial entities, whose radiant glare deprives from the spirit. Yon, the ones the eye can barely follow, Yon whose rapid ceasing

Part the shadow, the chasm and the night. Within the ancient Saldor their awed voices are heard. Within the ruins they are echoing off the walls as reflections

Winged bearer of astral lights, who's span enfolds seven principals, ye, I summon thee. From solitude, out of inaneness, awaken, descent from oblivion