A fierce lightning throughout the ruins
Ripping from the sky
By pestilence the world will perish, no life left behind
Serpents of fire cross the fields of death and despair
Piles of human bodies forged the gates to oblivion

Praised be the words of the high one
Blessed by our mother death!
Hopeless, cruelty and disgrace, like a plague through the storms
We, as the shadows of the pit, spectres of heavenly sorrow
Marching upon human hope, towards the gates to oblivion!

Hyperborean strength and spirit
Reconquering what once was ours!
The flame of ancient rebirth
The fire burning into our eyes!
Visions of a blind faith
Falling into a deepest sorrow
When the abyss is calling for your life
The call from the gates to oblivion

When thousand march for his death
In the name, they burn in the night
By fire, all humans will fall
Bringing the end of mercy
Carving a new path in the shadows
No place for hope
Towards the age of fire wings
Blessing the ashes for a new world