The slaughter of the slave-gods

Over the sunset's bleeding
Glittering clouds of thy disease
Millennial horizons of equinoctial ruins
Crown the light spring
Eon's thundering tempest
Tumultuous whirlwind of folly
Slaughtering dusty bastions.

Mud for the weak, thy kingdom come
Upper most splendor, thy will is done
Forces of the nature were too mild
Oh thou crowned and conquering child
Mud for the weak, thy kingdom come.

Over the sunset's bleeding
Glittering clouds of thy disease
Millennial horizons of equinoctial ruins
Crown the light spring
Eon's thundering tempest
Tumultuous whirlwind of folly
Slaughtering dusty bastions.

Io proibisco la discussione
Che non vi sia alcuna pietà
Siano dannati i pietosi!
Uccisione e tortura,
Non risparmiateli, sottometteteli UCCIDI!
Kill, torture spare not
Battle conquest success is your proof
War, vengeance
Without pity or quarter
Fear, rejoice
We shall delight to slay.
Glow of pride so strong, so proud
I'm the hawk-headed lord
Of silence and strength
I hear the son dies for your time is right
At end - UCCIDI!

Over the sunset's bleeding
Glittering clouds of thy disease
Millennial horizons of equinoctial ruins
Crown the light spring
Eon's thundering tempest
Tumultuous whirlwind of folly
Slaughtering dusty bastions.