Like fire, which range under the cracked sky
And smoke that bleeding sun
Vulture’s searchin’ carcases –
A worm’s escaping against murderer
Like frosty winds – storms attacking from sky

I unleash evil greed to spray cold seed of pain
I drop tears of fear
To flood by the river of blood

Sprayed sowing gives harvest of doom
Streams of blood stain the field
Deathmarch goes along to the eternal silence
And mourning will be staying for ages

His breath will flame and heavens will stay in fire
Crossed souls hang over the chasm
No rapture is foreign for me!

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