In the desert lands I defend my reign Reflection in the vast heavens of death Through crystal elongation of pain
I will embrace thy darkness of doom When the twilight regions will whisper my name Between velvet words and thorny thoughts The astral emotions control the afflictions
Moments of nihilism with endurance A lake of oblivion above the stars Illuminated with subhuman instincts I'm watching the orchestral indolence
As harp I touched the frosty solitude And I rode through the dismal skies The sirens of despair in the center of cross Will enthrone the sound of nighthordes
The purest form can give value and sense To the Majestic Master of Insanity An ancient circle with negative ideas The light of philosophy in my veins
From the primeval mass we are waiting the call Our weapon is the faith in our fatherland Filling us with the supreme strength To confront and conflict our enemies
Holding our banners with proud We walk against the subhumans To bring our will in the sovereignty
The voices of our fathers from the past Are giving us the power to devastate All the infected worms of Christ
The fog in the forest is the delegate of our Gods The nightfall around the subdued sky United us under a sacred name The name of Gods, Hellens!
In our hands the sword of justice It will exterminate the hypocrites And our lands it will be free again...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
