Cry voices Death's Mask Something is to happen A small moment Leaning to be wandering To a great cliff Dress your armors Swords, shields in fist Morbid soldiers That is the sound of the deads Morbid angels Singing the future Something is to happen I feel my blood My skin to flow To vanish to the ground Dress your armors Swords, shields in fist Morbid soldiers That is the sound of the deads Death's Mask Born of the hell They are to say Troops of the Judgement Morbid angels Screaming to the War To struggle with the Life Just the Beginning of the End