Sleeping awake in the cradle of death

Reveling in the fruit of sin

The suffering of thousands in the coming of dawn

They ate the force of time

Here we will call the powers of wrath

Calling the darkened ghouls



The feeding of weed for the sake of the damned

As pointless as is life

Among the cosmos, the cradle of stars

Where all good angels die

Here the upon gate is at hand

And we shall inherit hell

Turning the cross to the path of the damned

The way of the horned ones lair

Luring the saints in the crypt of the dead

Hate is the patron of all



Lying with the virgin of sin

The temptress of ill faith

Here the stars shine with gloom of the end

The calls remain unheard

The path to the end from the end of the land

Holding the key to the stars.