Halt, hear that distant roaring from the grave
Was it the cry brought back by the winds

Kingdoms have fallen in where the evil dominated
Decades have passed but the flames remained
The mighty depth’s beckoning me
The beauty in the darkness’ absorbing me
On a throne of pain, on a throne aflame
We are cleansed and reborn with nothingness
Eternally we’ll rise
Together we’ll prevail!

Nothing has stopped, nothing has left
The Reapers from the past will return from the dark domain

Belial! We are summoned for your deed!
Lamia! We are aroused for your gorgeousness

With a shape unseen, the reapers are gathering
Coming from the past the usurpers march toward

Halt, hear that distant roaring from the grave
Was it the cry brought back by the winds

On a throne of pain, on a throne aflame
We are cleansed and reborn with nothingness
Eternally we’ll rise
Together we’ll prevail

Assemble in the soil of his false grandness
Forever the blasphemy is the black reapers