They come with shelter of sun

To desecrate master of night

With torches and poles

Slowly they descend by the stairs

In chambers of valets of death

Walking upon humidity and filth

Taking one of coffins

And dragging it on sunlight

I feel unbearable pain

By night grief rules the earth

And dark visits the land

Father I bewail you in infinity



Obscurity within funeral moon

My damnation above land so cold

Obscurity within funeral moon

Throne wrapped with eternal dusk



Overhelmed by suffering and lust for revenge

I stand on tower and invoke the ghosts

With dripping my blood I pronounce the blasphemy

Mystic words of my past and damnation



Children of death devilish sons

Phantoms of past give me the might

Traitors shall drown themselves in their own blood

Through moors they shall not see glimmer of hope



Accept my claim - kill the traitors

Leave desolation behind you

Like sign of devotion

Let fire eternal burn their icons

I want to hear their screams and see abbacy in flame



And when at last everything be over

Land shall fall asleep in dismalness and dust

Memories will be buried in time and mist

Somewhere between four stars

...of apocalyptic signs.