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