All my life is dedicated to the master of evil.
For him I shall send to Hell the bastard human race.
Since the day I was spawned on these lands,
I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere.

I'm at war while my enemies live for peace.
My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations.
Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities,
Satan's the cause for which I live.

Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path.
Mature as a whole shall be exterminated.
I'll never sleep even when the horned king call me back,
Every day and every night I strike like a disease.

All my way of slaying give me pleasure.
I rape, I cut, I make them all burn.
With an insane perversion chaos I spread.

The satanic legions come from beyond death,
The world from the outside must perish in flames
And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wrath.

You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate,
But the last sound you'll hear is your final breath.
I'll reduce your body and soul to ashes.
It will take some time but victory is certain.

Tonight there's a new procession.
Worshippers of the beast walk silently towards another church to take another life.
Our aim is to desecrate this weak creation that is mankind.
One by one, we kill these creatures full of disgusting goodness,
To increase the evil within ourselves.

Last time we slayed an old priest, and now we have a new born child.
He will be baptized again but with his own blood...
We light some candles and prepare the altar...
The ritual has begun.

We shout demonic spells, the little larva cries, as we brandish a knife.
Blood runs from the altar and falls on the ground.
The warm entrails are hung on their cross.

In cursed chalices we drink to the reign of Satan.
Pentagrams are drawn on the wall of the house of god.
The bestial sacrifice is over.

We are the masters of terror, the shadows that will destroy your peaceful world.
Under the pale moonlight, tomorrow we'll strike again.
Our cruelty has no boundaries.
Just wait for your turn.

Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest,
A kind of beautiful paradise.
Indeed you'll meet your almighty maker,
But he's not the one you think he is.

There is no sweet kingdom of heaven,
Full of flowers and green landscapes.
No god will welcome you with open arms,
Like a father who forgives all your sins.

In fast death is a sempiternal nightmare,
Where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces.
You left your body but you still feel the pain,
Imprisoned by infernal demons forever.

In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of satan.
His armies play with you till they are fed up,
And throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire.
Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature...

The torment never stops and you pray for a final death.
You await an endless void that will never come.
No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony.
There is no escape from this world of suffering,
And in your previous world no one can hear you scream.
Scream and taste our hate!
Total invasion will soon begin on earth,
Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life.

Tonight there's a new procession.
Worshippers of the beast walk silently towards another church to take another life.
Our aim is to desecrate this weak creation that is mankind.
One by one, we kill these creatures full of disgusting goodness to increase the evil within ourselves.

Last time we slayed an old priest, and now we have a new born child.
He will be baptized again but with his own blood?
We light some candles and prepare the altar?
The ritual has begun. We shout demonic spells.
The little larva cries, as we brandish a knife.

Blood runs from the altar and falls on the ground.
The warm entrails are hung on their cross.
In cursed chalices we drink to the reign of Satan. Pentagrams are drawn on the walls of the house of God.

The bestial sacrifice is over.
We are the masters of terror, the shadows that will destroy your peaceful world.
Under the pale moonlight, tomorrow we'll strike again. Our cruelty has no boundaries. Just wait for your turn.

Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, a kind of beautiful paradise.
Indeed you'll meet your almighty maker, but he's not the one you think he is.
There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, full of flowers and green landscapes.
No god will welcome you with open arms, like a father who forgives all your sins.

In fact Death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces.
You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever.
In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan.

His armies play with you till they're fed up, and throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire.
Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilates the weak nature?
The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come.
No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, and in Your previous world no one can hear you sream. Scream, and taste our hate!
A total invasion will soon begin on Earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life.

An unholy book is opened in the sacrificial chamber. Silence reigns in the castle, a calm before the storm. Those who don't believe in Hell, they will die by our spells.
Every night is a gift, the perfect moment to call ancient spirits.
The mighty incantations are the keys to open the ethereal gates.

When the demons come forth, we command them to possess and to kill.
We use necromancy, our dead brothers help us. Guardians of black magic, we incarnate the evil. Servants of Satan, summoning his wrath.
Chants pierces the air, words of a forgotten language.

Disturbing humans' dreams, they kill them in their sleep. For the ones who wake up, the nightmares continue. Death strikes again and we capture the souls.
But before the victims pass away, creatures rip their flesh out, eating them alive in a blood bath to satisfy their ferocity.

Our master needs fear, his cold hatred is pleased.
He wishes the end of mankind, we accomplish his desires.
We are the antidote against the human poison. Sorcerers never die while mankind is rotting.
Invoking the crucified one won't change this tragic end.

Each man is a slave may it be dead or alive.
When the sun begins to rise, we call back all the malicious forces.
During a normal human day, another morbid ritual is prepared, until the ultimate one : the arrival of Satan.