To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire

The day is (always) going away and (the) night covers
The children of coldness and darkness by it's screen
The frozen flame (in) wrath tears the letters
The thirst is free and the rivers of blood flow to the unknown
Death opens it's gates and the victims fall down to its scarlet lake
The ancient cults of blood that give the pleasure
To the children of the nightmares and cruel reality.

The awesome castle stands where the flesh is worth a life
The blood and the rage unleashed by the master of the night inside
The star drops down its light through the gallow loop
As nightflower grows in the appointed place.

One who tasted its bitterness will get immortality
And the master will dip him into the stormy waters of blood and chaos
The moon drops down the tears of light weeping for the great forests
Its gladness is expressed in these drops
Of silence and paradoxical eminence.

Ancient master!
Give the power to the children of nightmares and take their gifts
And they'll come to your gates (that are) widely opened for them
Power, eminence, immortality, blood, death and chaos
The castle!

The great castle!
The shelter for the ones who eternally search and find chaos
In it those who give the true history to the world
And take the stillness from it...
We are on our road
The blood is flowing
The heaven is on fire
We are awaited by chaos
To the gates of blasphemous fire!