Shall the nocturnal ones hide no more
Shall the outcast know the glory in his last day
For the madman has foretold
And the fools did not listen
Shall the fire have no mercy
Shall the thunder know no forgiveness
Shall the furies be released
May the wild animals be sated with your flesh
From mud you came
To mud you'll return
Be swallowed up by the same ground which bred you
And when the sun will burn the creation
What will remain of you in this world
Is only ashes the wind will blow away
The jackal is close
The passage is opened
From the fourth moon the clawed ones have been called
Sirius' blood is flowing to the top
Like a star for a sailorman it will drive
To the end lying behind my words
Come to me! And fear my judgment!
For I shall be the archangel
For I shall be the beast!
Exhausted aimless walkers
Deaf and blind audience of a show no more written for you
Sitting in a circle slowly swinging, lowly moaning
Waiting for the curtain to fall
Slowly you'll soar upward
Suddenly you'll fall at my sign
Then slowly you will soar again
While you slowly rot
Nothing remains in our bloody hands
I see the sky and the ruin of our age
We lost our realms but here we are
To have revenge
The chant is driving us to the gate
Two worlds will blend and merge to one
We are the grace, we are the sword
We are the shepherds, we are the scourgers
