They are stupid people, Our mind only thinks in kill to these bastard pigs And see the putrefactic bodies in putrid graves, That will be profane for our murderous hands… We will give death to them, With our victorious weapons That want will be baths in our stinking blood Your deaths will be our eternal victory… The days pass, the nights finish, They feel a stinking smells to death That gives your misshapen bodies While our sharpen pour our rusty knifes That will give death to these damned & bastard people That soon will happen I write this prophecy with blood In the name of black metal … Our knifes will be bury with fury In your heads, hands, chests Eyes, backs and legs… Your bloods will be sheds On our wicked weapons!!! And our will be victorious warriors When profane your graves The days pass, the nights finish, They feel a stinking smells to death That gives your misshapen bodies While our sharpen pour our rusty knifes That will give death to these damned & bastard people That soon will happen.