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Blessings to our dethroned Sri Maharaja

The quest of ultimate darkness has begun

Hording the vengeance of a thousand pagan men

The procession of the spectral huntsmen

Golden throne upon the infinite horizon

Awaiting the all four winds to meet

Gathering the power of Nur Mani

Channeling the seven colours of Pelangi

Marching to the land of golden fields

Beneath the clouds, across the horizon

(Is) where I heard the cries of my howling

Thus I who saw the flowers that bleed

This is the tale of the bastardized

The flame-entity who attacked the sun

Descending into the power and the glory

Where all days are equal as nights

Pain of a serpent-sword that flies into the seventh-sky

Witnessing the horrid battles and plights in Kayangan

The tears of the mournful gods revealed all the weaknesses

Thy glory is at hand through rites of Neraka thus prevailed

Countless ravens swarming into the heart of pagan men

As the weak shall be beheaded and Rejam into the pit

Thee is standing proud howling at the Seventh-Sky

Thee is the one, "Akulah Jahannam...!"

As the rain become the rhythm

Of a pain that would not last

Flowers fall from the sky

It’s the end of the tale of the bastardized

Journey to the sea

Motley colours of the skin

Cries of the moon

As my journey ends to this pityful war...!