In Putrid Graves, They Will Be...

They are stupid people,
Our mind only thinks in kill to these bastard pigs
And see the putrefactic bodies in putrid graves,
That will be profane for our murderous hands…
We will give death to them,
With our victorious weapons
That want will be baths in our stinking blood
Your deaths will be our eternal victory…

The days pass, the nights finish,
They feel a stinking smells to death
That gives your misshapen bodies
While our sharpen pour our rusty knifes
That will give death to these damned & bastard people
That soon will happen

I write this prophecy with blood
In the name of black metal …
Our knifes will be bury with fury
In your heads, hands, chests
Eyes, backs and legs…
Your bloods will be sheds
On our wicked weapons!!!
And our will be victorious warriors
When profane your graves

The days pass, the nights finish,
They feel a stinking smells to death
That gives your misshapen bodies
While our sharpen pour our rusty knifes
That will give death to these damned & bastard people
That soon will happen.