The day of grief [bad word]  a sea of black flags [bad word] out into the shores
Cities will get quiet, rivers will arise, the time [bad word] to raise our heads
They will descend from the sky bringing the message and a veil of the shadow
The sons of light are knelling, silence has fallen on our shoulders
There is chaos on the horizon, cities are gaining the name of Babylon

Pride, a mother of dark side, gives birth to greed
The fire of matter burns in human eyes
Flows through fingers like black sand
The map of the world was so fragile
And the turning-point will destroy everything like the event horizon
sea of black flags will stand like ice by the shores
The beast will point to the east
Its shadow will cover the land
Messengers’ feathers will descend to our feet
Let's bow down waiting for absolution

The empire of light will descend in the face of fire
Scorching the earth wavily, someone has [bad word] a sword
Smiting the beast and heretics
Angels fall from the sins like the stars of revenge
To the roads of Rome and this Babylon

The Son of Heaven will descend bringing executions and reddening the sky
He delivers [bad word] and plague, and time has stopped again
The words like a sentence entered the ears of the mortals: "Armageddon is my name"