Seven circles are for the unholy Black Lord
Come across the field of time, come close to the edge
See the real light around yoursef, not the false flame
See the hidden souls in the deepest ground
Waiting for the revolution and the end
The heat of our flame will burn all their temples
All their false gods and "holy" books and symbols
We must fight against this real lie, fight to be salvated
From their hands, their souls living by total mistakes