Black, burnt earth 
Pants for blood like a thirsting 
To give a fruit of a murder 
And regain the lost dream. 

Dead warriors 
Union with the fate 
To renegate 
To immemorial fight. 

And black angel 
Has come with his procession. 
He looks at the gallows, 
Feeds his eyes with the death. 

Gallentry of the black multitude 
Steped in burnt earth. 
Dead hands of demons 
Swaying soaked weapon. 

My name is legion 
Because there are many of us. 
Icy tentacles of death 
Feed with dead ones.