There is a fight for death, not for life, 
Among the rocks which touch the sky. 
The battle of evil with heavenly plague, 
Between two angels of darkness and light. 

Winged Demon, blackest as night, 
He's the servant of [bad word] of legions. 
If it will kill this angel, he will open the gates 
For the Father, for Satan, into this world of lies. 

Demon strikes on the divine creature, 
Angel has stoned in horror and fear. 
Fiery poleaxe in Demon's hands 
Cuts down angel's wings, turning them into ashes. 

From such force angel has fallen to rocks, 
Bleeding to death, he screams in pain. 
Demon snatched him by the neck 
And crashed this angel against the rocks. 

He tears to pieces this heavenly scum... 
Tears to pieces, pulling out his guts. 
Mendacious [bad word] knelt before him, 
And demon cutted down head of victim. 

After killing of this heavenly plague, 
Demons flied up to the high, mighty rocks, 
Having spread own wings, he has growled: 
"Open the gates! My Father, wake up!"