Destroy the whole evil in pupils Of the madness of that world Let the felicity of the hatred Embrace people's wounded souls Cod into the depth of the darkness And come with your mind To the place hat the eye sight does not reach Smell fetoring and soaking with the hatred The abyss of the eternal condemnation Gather the power of those Who died before the origin of mankind And call the ruler of the nonenity of the earth Which will crivive from the capital of the empire Of the darkness From dark city of Acheron What still sounds in evil legends To touch the world by his power And like the wind of death Fill the dead lungs XANTOTUL This world sounds like South of death bird at midnight So not utterit Because the life will scater like a dream And nightmares will come into power come true And will be fed with their blood