When the gates are opened and the world stands still sobbing Total darkness falls and eyes cry blood moaning The Chaos enthroned awakens the ancient evil, Which have dwelled in the souls of the dead, sarcastically unreal.
The moment of sin will carry its horrible chain Of vises and pains, and nothing sacred will remain.
We send streams of rain and snow. We erect the technically perfect hell As we reap so shall we mow.
The monument of the primogenital sin. The corner stone for hundreds of sinners. The only house of hope that remained And nothing else exists.
Except the river of life flowing from the stone of human hopelessness
At midnight the moonlights will glow Among silence, mist, sand and wind You appear with a terrible roar.
The apocalypse warriors land on the deadly coast With no face and no bone To reap the dead souls They never leave in peace the human being
The human race has betrayed itself. Since the beginning of life We are doomed to abstraction We are doomed to nothingness From the beginning …
With a horrible snout instead of a face The doomed fodder started forth on the hordes Of the faceless warriors of the “dead” death In the name of salvation, in the name of Father
And the silence fell once again And it lasted for ages Between the good and the evil In the name of salvation, in the name of Satan.