Dark Celebration

Demoniac Paths To Thy Glory

Dark Celebration


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!)