Storming sky shows you the flaming sword glowing, Evoke the Death spell, devour thy flesh.
Casting the hex, suffering yonder, Death to the inferior. Horned father, even further Chaos beyond…
Shapes of Death are emerging, oh, evil spells, Blackness admists the shadows, Standing at the edge of uncovered purity We meet the Chosen Ones in dark and cold. In the eyes of Death We saw the dimensions of time And the wrapping the Earth in Darkness, In the flames of night our souls were burning As we’re born in filth in the wombs of denial.
Towards the horned father The Black Sun has shown the way, Wiped out the flood of sorrow I enter an another sphere…