Two holes where eye have been gouged out Seem to be darkness which makes us feel the deepness of the abyss Tonight sew shut your eyelids and wait for twelve days You shall receive blood-red eyes
Scalding with boiling water Deteriorates his wounded body Burned by a searing iron His skin scorched Dull sound of cutting his tendon Casts away his hope Feelings of the iron bar impaling his flesh Makes him forget his human life
This sweet agony is your sustenance Rite to break the connection to this world It should be pleasant You are the missionary of agony You must have seen Gloom writhing in the abyss That is where you should be
Oh, our king, please accept this torture
Many children look forward to Seeing their new generation A world where love is respected By your descent everything changes Night world, without light Our power augmented to the maximum To the gods who have oppressed us You will attack again
Let's peel the skin off of your head As it's something you don't need On your exposed skull Horns of the king will be placed Stark and stiff How do you feel now? With the rich agony Are you slipping out of consciousness
Five fingers cut off, slight trembling Evidence of remaining corporeality Cut off earns, Broken eardrums Silence, feeling only vibrations
Weakened pulse, sluggish blood flow Feel the weakness of human existence After the sensations are dulled Supreme feelings appear