Black Mask of Death

Black, burnt earth

Pants for blood like a thirsting

To give a fruit of a murder

And regain the lost dream.

Dead warriors

Union with the fate

To renegate

To immemorial fight.

And black angel

Has come with his procession.

He looks at the gallows,

Feeds his eyes with the death.

Gallentry of the black multitude

Steped in burnt earth.

Dead hands of demons

Swaying soaked weapon.

My name is legion

Because there are many of us.

Icy tentacles of death

Feed with dead ones.