This darkness, so slumb (and) this atmosphere, my hands were numbed
 The only movement was the flames of black candles
 Who cleansed the air in this chamber of death

 My head was slunt as I gazed into the flaming candles
 Visions filled my mind
 Visions of a rising desecrated power
 In this chamber of death, black roses grew
 Up from the ashes of souls who lost for my lust and desire
 There they will stand as a monument for victory
 Over our christian annhilation