Coming up from the disaster of the world

Enter into the land of darkness - full of death

The entrance is covered in blood

Stepping on skulls under feet

Coming up from the disaster of the world

Enter into the land of darkness - full of death

Such walking proceeds the suffering of everything

The darkness is still by our side

Our arms of fire will set heaven ablaze

The bell's death knell will be the last sound to be heard

The suffering souls look like a dark cloud

Every death is the eternality of mine

Back to the Motherland - full of moaning wind

Back to the land of purity without prophetic deeds

The moaning sound will howl like the wind

Ash is the surface of the ground, on which I am stepping