Coming up from the disaster of the world
Enter into the land of darkness - full of death
The entrance is covered in blood
Stepping on skulls under feet
Coming up from the disaster of the world
Enter into the land of darkness - full of death
Such walking proceeds the suffering of everything
The darkness is still by our side
Our arms of fire will set heaven ablaze
The bell's death knell will be the last sound to be heard
The suffering souls look like a dark cloud
Every death is the eternality of mine
Back to the Motherland - full of moaning wind
Back to the land of purity without prophetic deeds
The moaning sound will howl like the wind
Ash is the surface of the ground, on which I am stepping
