Tremble... As this world tears asunder by ghoulish winds of ice Lucifer's dagger shall slit the throats of the profane and pierce their eyes Violently tearing away pieces of flesh, sever into shreds a world of lies Spawn from hell's fire, militias of menace shall arise ...As this world dies
A brotherhood of black fire, sprung from the serpent's seed Legions of the left light shall make the profane bleed Awake the fires of hell, unleash all it's furious morbidity Beyond the spheres of "god" the black sun streams revealingy
Descendants of the serpent - The offspring of NaHash Heed the call of the blood of Qayin and tear the clayman's flesh! Apostles of black purity - Sons of the serpent's blood Bloodline of the black light - Hack to death the son of "god"!
O Qayin - Your mark burns upon our brows We bear your mark with pride We are sprung from your cunning seed Your flame we bear inside
Your flaming blood flows inside our veins The wisdom of the snake Spawn from hell's fire The cosmic barriers we will break
O Qayin - Bringer of acosmic light The wisdom of the grave Master of the primal fire And primordial ocean waves
Ignite the blood within us Liberate us from the flesh Baptize us in wisdom Your dark breed of NaHashTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
