Funesta cogitationes invadunt te
Fog of sadness fills your mind
The meaning of life is unknown to you
A storm of blood and flames
The sins of the damned in the air
Tormented to eternity
In this deadly land
"Uomini fummo, e or sem fatti sterpi:
ben dovrebb'esser la tua man più pia,
se state fossimo anime di serpi"
L'anime suicide vanno all’Inferi
The bloody cross marks your death
As you pick up the knife or tie your knot
River of blood flowing
Death is upon you
Fog of sadness fills your mind
The meaning of life is unknown to you
You are in a torn plant
Tormented by the harpies
