Satan's servants ready to begin the rite Seven seals among their hands To invoke the power of the apocalypse Voices cry out for the great name For the one who voices is thunder For the one who dress is fire, dress is fire Who subdues it does not become enslaved But verb increated of his prodigies Seven divine words and seven divine days Seven deep cuts and seven human limbs On a sacrificial bed as damned soul Shout the salvation to those people Who want to sacrifrice your flesh Pure and without sins Cleanching the teeth And suffocating the breath Seven divine words and seven divine days Seven deep cuts and seven human limbs You scrutinize the sinuous movement Of a initiate that rubs his knife Into your body grazing your orifice The time is about to come Your eyes are full of pain Fill with evil the hearts of your killers The last memory of your life Will be the pain of a cut limb That will let you diying in a bloodbath