Clumps hang
on branches of withered trees
Homage paid to the medieval hell
on infinite,muddy lands.
The sight of holy crosses
standing among the dead
they became the messengers of Christian destruction
The Creator is dead for them
turning towards Satan
with their prayers and woes
Stream,death grunt,
crackle of fire
dead bonfires.
The medieval hell
shown by the Christian
Behold the sign on the black goat
whiplash a new nation together
Behold the red moon on the sky
for the sun has already slept away
Let the armageddon come
this eartjly race has been extincted and God is dead as well. |
