Immersed in my depths, and sad moments.
Visions cross the weak light of my mind.
This is fading, and will disappear
in the black seas of myself.

Why have I a broken sword?
This darkened blade reflects my soul
and it's old and tired.
Like the dying shine of the twilight.

Where no Grace of God can dwell I will reign.
Behind the citadels of blasphemy and anguish.
While silence becames noise in my ears
I shall conquer with a black banner of hate.

Ihehusch gronadox arden, o na gempalo
mikasman vandres orda bevegiah noz plig
nase zamponon aneph. Ophad a medox marune
gena pras no dasmat vorts manget a deune damph.

Naxt OS vandeminaxat orophas vor minodal amudas
ger pa o dax zum ban sez ordan pres umblosda vorx nadon.
Patrophes undes adon ganebus ihehudz.

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