Black, burnt earth
Pants for blood like a thirsting
To give a fruit of a murder
And regain the lost dream

Dead warriors
Union with the fate
To renegate
To immemorial fight

And black angel
Has come with his procession
He looks at the gallows,
Feeds his eyes with the death

Gallentry of the black multitude
Steped in burnt earth
Dead hands of demons
Swaying soaked weapon

My name is legion
Because there are many of us
Icy tentacles of death
Feed with dead ones