There is a fight for death, not for life, Among the rocks which touch the sky. The battle of evil with heavenly plague, Between two angels of darkness and light.
Winged Demon, blackest as night, He's the servant of Satan, commander of legions. If it will kill this angel, he will open the gates For the Father, for Satan, into this world of lies.
Demon strikes on the divine creature, Angel has stoned in horror and fear. Fiery poleaxe in Demon's hands Cuts down angel's wings, turning them into ashes.
From such force angel has fallen to rocks, Bleeding to death, he screams in pain. Demon snatched him by the neck And crashed this angel against the rocks.
He tears to pieces this heavenly scum... Tears to pieces, pulling out his guts. Mendacious bastard knelt before him, And demon cutted down head of victim.
After killing of this heavenly plague, Demons flied up to the high, mighty rocks, Having spread own wings, he has growled: "Open the gates! My Father, wake up!"