Invoke the eternal wrath of darkness
And raise the hateful banner of death
To crush the herd of the weak
Under the weight of hell’s fist
As weeping turns into cries of torment
Blood stains the cerecloth
To dive into endless sleep of infernal dreams
With a poisoned dagger’s kiss
With the bloody remnants of human life
Torn into pieces in the fire of strife
A circle is drawn in consecration
Of death, total war and pure darkness
A forest of crucifixions
Where the wind of mourning whispers
And a mound of pale corpses
Emits a putrid reek of impurity
As the night awakens
We feast on entrails with lustrous eyes
Praise war and torture
And enter the black circle of death…