Massacre

Evil... Winds of the funeral night

They proclaim the arrival of the black year of murder

As nature harvests the weak, we celebrate the coming of

the reich of strenght and black blood

Honor... To the one who sits on the throne of skulls

To kill to live is a virtue

Through the death of the burden of humanity our canless

burn like cold eyes is the night

Our epoch will begin

A natural grim massacre of all the worthless lives

that poison the soil with their beliefs and compassion

The holocaust of weakness and the burial of humanity as

you know it

The natural black murder

Holocaust of failing humanity for Satan

Ashes... Carried by the burialwinds

Sepulchral moans are silenced by our hails for the new

kingdom of the survived

Totalitarian reign of the elite

Old monuments of deceit are crumbling in the upheaval

Blood's domination and the imperial rule of the four

(elements)

Foul saints have deceased in the minds of those still

walking

Only a rotting carcass of the saviour reminds of the age

now passed