The last night is coming 
Come into being o! Immortals 
And sing the song of eternity, 
Wake the mortals up - it's time. 

Prostate yourselves - dead fools 
Decaying carrions by life - 
Soak your hatred in, 
Rub leavings of day from eyes off 

It's time - bell of Apocalipse has rung 
Songs of immortals soaks fear in. 
Bewitched words, the dead's speech, 
Whisper of demented, enslaved souls. 

Disentered, I'll prayers 
Slept in crypts of time. 
Regenerate in destruction 
Let the worlds hum the song.