Empty cemetery sepulchral fog

Known smell of decay soaks through my body

Aged tombstones destroyed by time

Sinful souls moans I hear in my imagination



I go forward into the abbeys

Instinct pushes me



The torches brightness lights up the way

Around the echo of chain which I'm pulling behind me

Dried tree is rocking by wind

Sitting black raven's terrifying screaming



The great fire lights catacombs

The great fire opens the gate of hell



Hell is calling me



Delight

Death

Hate

Satan

Wisdom

Evil

Truth

Satan



Angel of death are humming song

Condemners in chains are suffering in the name of god

Styks river purple of the blood

I am proudly standing in the line of fallen angels of death