Impure seeds have spread on the garden of Eden Malediction from the netherworld grown into human forms Walking cadavers with no intrinsic value Spending our time consuming in the name of death No compassion in our sight Heart filled with the weakest feelings Brain case full of mire Controlling the lowest instincts With the need to procreate again Giving birth to hideous creatures And to destroy everything we touch In deadly indifference It is time to summon purification Communing with emptiness Let us gather in impenetrable darkness To celebrate the arrival of the great reaper Let us join hands in a funeral farandole For harvest time promises to be successful Behold the majestic death on its funeral chariot Raising its glittering blade above vermin Draped in darkness, its look empty and cold Death is descending onto earthly hell The scatterbrained woodlice swarming on their tomb Rejecting evidence of the eternal void embracing us Wanting to escape their inevitable fate This certainty that death will always overcome us Heads are severed with with unprecedented precision Impure blood is spilled on the ground The stinking carcasses are falling like waste In a blissful apocalyptic orgy These cadavers using to gesticulate like worms Are reduced to ashes by the fires of hell The earth is purified of human vermin We are but one with absolute emptiness