Obscure omens of diabolic summer
In my eyes the black light of sun
In my hands the grey sand of sea
On the crystal surface of water
Infinite red roses petals
As damned souls which crowd
The cursed river of hell
On the shore flowers deprived of their beauty
As dead treed lasked by autumnal wind

Now it's time
Time of resurrection of demons
Servants of satan, messengers of evil
Their spirits will mingle with sed fog
They 'll return to their bodies
Buried for thousands of years
Evil will flow through their veins
The power of darkness will reanimate
Their will of bringing destruction

They 'll uncover their graves
They 'll descend through the paths of sorrow
They 'll reach the gates of unholy cemetery
They 'll open again the gates
They 'll restore dominium diaboli