When the day get blacker as the darkest night ever

The waters turned to red from the blood of the tortured one

And the vermins marching to the daylight

When the birds of the sky, fall from the quiet trees to

the soil of the earth



Then, the arrival of his majesty is near

And we, wait with darkest proud

We slaves of the last eclipse

(And) we, await him now



We, princes of darkness

Accept no Lord of emptiness

We, the princes of darkness

Destroy the holy weakness



We are twelve creatures of the Almighty



The Lord of thousand cries

The God of all great beasts

Six slaves of the horned master

And with us, four children of the night



Mea Culpa Corpus Christi

For we have killed your son

We princes of dakrness

Rape the holy whore and destroy your kingdom



The hell will follow us, you will never know our names

With us will come the Astaroth, the producer of all pains