Old scrawly gravestone never shivered with a storm By the invoked force, ancient verses The sepulchral dead silence darkens the mountain higher top Ground
us in our will to conquer Eternally eclipsed by the Dark clouds of Disgrace Opening the Twilight that faints the sun in Hate Intense evil turns into gray the South
The mortal eyes of men will open with fright The blindness of impunity turns the vision of the truth The one that has horns on forehead Command the
I see the blaze crossing the horizon that inverts in fire burning Remembering me the agony of the guilty Slaves of desire and of the lie When the ray
This burn under the sign of pointed view so far Massacred evil alive in themselves On subdivided forces of this incarnation All Satanic wimple kingdom