There is a place under the ground.
Where the beams of the sun.
Do not penetrate.
Where one coves after death.
And dies in endless grief!
And dies in endless grief!

Assembly of thousand souls of the dead.
Who saw the god of death.
That has cut off theirs lock of hair.
And extorted their souls in hade.
And extorted their souls in hade.

Enter here and [bad word] immortal.
Leave flesh to bloodrhirsty keres.
Be washed in sacred styx.
Shadows of the dead call you.

Adamantine steel twists [bad word] 
That has three heds and the awful snaky tail.
The dog protects an entrance in.
The empire of the dread!
The empire of the dread!

But you forget about fear, hade waits.
Hypnos prepares a dream for you.
He starts to close your eyelids.
Spilling from the horn a somnolent brew.