The smell of blood magnetizes dark spirits.
valley where dead ones are howling.
Mutilated, rotting bodies around me
Are so beautiful in their death.
The divine light died out from their eyes.
Death won this war.
Those few ones still alive
Are looking up the sky with their eyes [bad word] by pain.
But in vain. God is [bad word] on humanity.
Night is slowly descending.
It [bad word] to take them.
Damned beings.
Assemble here.
Reviling their souls.
Consuming their flesh.
What we can see is only a little bit of the end.
But darkness wins the final battle.
Our sword is made of hatred.
Darkness wins the final battle.