Obscūra superficies Clarum barathrum Venenātum vĭdēre Sānātĭo scrūtāri Ancient ritual, necromantic Through the gates of hell we'll march We will cross the human pain Descending way Surface and abyss will be as one To regenerate new life From chaos reborn complete Our psyche gleams In the rite of Nekyia We face death and darkness Embrace the horrific aims To win our pain Spirits of subconscious We invoke your immortal glance Your power reigns with us Falling we will arise Life and death are in perfect balance When we look inside the depth Everyone walks his own path To the divine "Descent into hell in the future" Is our putrid sailing To the shores of Elysium An endless well In the rite of Nekyia We face death and darkness Embrace the horrific aims To win our pain Spirits of subconscious We invoke your immortal glance Your power reigns with us Falling we will arise