1614 - The ground was spoilt
By death bodies
In union they died as they lived
The pestilential fog has spread
His wings of downfall
The wheel of death began to spin
No recreation without transitoriness
No resurrection without the chains of death
In times of despair when all the efforts fade
The strength of blood will rise up from the graves
Here I stand on the graveyard, overcrowded but restless
You can't imagine the smell
Nor regard the forces of the liquid
Dropping from the skull
Drop by drop falls into the sea of sorrow
No saving shore in sight
Welcome to my hell
In the name of the horned
I take this lives to built your throne of bones
And shall I burn in the flames of hell
My powder will find a way to the chosen
Beer and milk from the breats, yeast and blood
Countless waves of grief
Filling up the cup of pain
My altar of retaliation
Drop by drop falls into the sea of sorrow
No saving shore in sight
As I die in flames my curse will live and torment
When drop falling from the skull
Welcome to my hell
By death bodies
In union they died as they lived
The pestilential fog has spread
His wings of downfall
The wheel of death began to spin
No recreation without transitoriness
No resurrection without the chains of death
In times of despair when all the efforts fade
The strength of blood will rise up from the graves
Here I stand on the graveyard, overcrowded but restless
You can't imagine the smell
Nor regard the forces of the liquid
Dropping from the skull
Drop by drop falls into the sea of sorrow
No saving shore in sight
Welcome to my hell
In the name of the horned
I take this lives to built your throne of bones
And shall I burn in the flames of hell
My powder will find a way to the chosen
Beer and milk from the breats, yeast and blood
Countless waves of grief
Filling up the cup of pain
My altar of retaliation
Drop by drop falls into the sea of sorrow
No saving shore in sight
As I die in flames my curse will live and torment
When drop falling from the skull
Welcome to my hell