Satan's servants ready to begin the rite
Seven seals among their hands
To invoke the power of the apocalypse
Voices cry out for the great name
For the one who voices is thunder
For the one who dress is fire, dress is fire
Who subdues it does not become enslaved
But verb increated of his prodigies
Seven divine words and seven divine days
Seven deep cuts and seven human limbs
On a sacrificial bed as damned soul
Shout the salvation to those people
Who want to sacrifrice your flesh
Pure and without sins
Cleanching the teeth
And suffocating the breath
Seven divine words and seven divine days
Seven deep cuts and seven human limbs
You scrutinize the sinuous movement
Of a initiate that rubs his knife
Into your body grazing your orifice
The time is about to come
Your eyes are full of pain
Fill with evil the hearts of your killers
The last memory of your life
Will be the pain of a cut limb
That will let you diying in a bloodbath
