Immortal battles of an infernal world (where) Fervid tubs embrace the putrid lavas Master of our enemies' bodies Bodies of the cowards of god Punished with our honor, bravery and power The glory is present, transformed and upseted Waiting the moment arrested in the time When the night capture the moon The dead time beyond the (seven) gates What rest to us is wait, wait for War... The life is ended, persevering our soul The battle is still strong, by this evil king Empire, contempt, rancor - our devout weapons Where did go stop that cowards That my memory carries from distant times By the losers of a mortal world Their souls carried to us For (they) wicked reasons, my courage (prevails) While your souls, cowards of god Burn, undermine, unmake into caldrons. Fetid caldrons full of lava. This is your future. Exist many reasons from this immortal world Chase by the agony chains there is no way out (for all the christian's souls, you must suffer!)