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We are the ones, carrying skulls and thighbones

The ones wich will play them as trumpets

to evoke our shadows.

May their darkness devour our flesh and free our spirit

As the shadow of Death is always hungry.

At midnight we evoke the Black Flame

that comes out our mouths as blazing wind

Hear the call of our language!

hissing as the serpent, observing from his hole.

Here comes the great opponent, rising as Death.

Here comes the Dragon, burning up in flames.

You are light, over the light!

You are the great Devourer!

We enter your abyss and we will ascend

to the throne of God.