Demoniac Paths To Thy Glory

Immortal battles of an infernal world (where)
Fervid tubs embrace the putrid lavas
Master of our enemies' bodies
Bodies of the cowards of god
Punished with our honor, bravery and power
The glory is present, transformed and upseted
Waiting the moment arrested in the time
When the night capture the moon

The dead time beyond the (seven) gates
What rest to us is wait, wait for War...

The life is ended, persevering our soul
The battle is still strong, by this evil king
Empire, contempt, rancor - our devout weapons
Where did go stop that cowards

That my memory carries from distant times
By the losers of a mortal world
Their souls carried to us
For (they) wicked reasons, my courage (prevails)

While your souls, cowards of god
Burn, undermine, unmake into caldrons.
Fetid caldrons full of lava. This is your future.
Exist many reasons from this immortal world
Chase by the agony chains there is no way out
(for all the christian's souls, you must suffer!)