The sun is putting of,
Its beams disapear while limbs are extenting.
The light is dying, falling into darkness inescapabling.
Under this cursed earth, a dark world is resting :
Volcanic rocks, heavy atmopshere, heat,
Pressure, death's smelling...

In this temple of madness,
Some idols stick out puppet's strings,
Indocrinated by a belief of immortality.
Lords of war, reciting canticles,
Take along consciences which corrupted in a fatal fanaticism.

Slaves of icon of shoddy gods,
Your madness will burn your spirit,
It lowers you to the row of subman.
The damned hearts venerate spectra,
Creatures without physical life,
But with the pshychic superiority,
Which devour their existence.

The disciples of the phantasmagoric writings,
Tries to change their life,
Inventing new rites unceasingly,
In the honor of their gods,
Hoping to find the direction of their presence,
In our world.

The power of these monsters is immense,
It pushes the men at war...