I raise my sword of steel

A steel that sparkles in the sun of the noon



I make them to bleed until the death

I bleed on behalf of the Seven Oceans



Your horror screams are my pleasure

And my howls are for my victory



To the hill sigh for the dead

In that dreadful view survey lies my crown of Kether



I arise to Tiphereth heading for the pagan sadness

Pagan sadness that frees me of the malkuthian chains



In my last touching battlefield

All die and I just resurrect infinitely

In my last touching battlefield

Because Toth wants like this