The day foretold came, cemeteries stood in fire And the mood became as blood Here comes the pilgrim of black garments
The doom of existence, bodies cry, the last breath of suns The next step will be death, sowers of evil die And came out curse's monster from the sea Eleven horns and seven heads, and on the heads Seven blasphemous servants' names
Here comes, anger of devil Here comes He, messenger of Satan's worlds
Messenger of hell Pilgrim of black garments
The last of servants alive Took out the sword And his sword's name was death
And he moved forward And slashed with his sword Apocalypse, the last days
Step after step, measures the time Black runs after black Penalty for sin
Hades on Earth, venom dead, the last judgement The sentence was passed to the world Sowers of evil die
Fulfilled the day And the sentence foretold was passed Everybody died, evil overtook evilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.