The first depth
Before he built his six
When you, the son of the guide, son of the transylvanian plague
Started to fail, beneath the turkish rein
We hail your grim arts of travesty, the pain was real
Your arts of grim desseray
Fear and death, agony and synestithy, to anyone who didn't obey you!
The grim arts of disastrophy has started!
Suffering for hours, under your sight
The human race was suffering for your pure pleasure
Spilling blood everywhere!

Stick a stake, into the victim's anus
When his crys out to
Started loaded forward
Throughout
The victim the stake

No mercy for the weak ones!

No mercy
For the human race!

By the grim art of disastrophy
We shall prevail our will
Our obey, or you'll die
We shall build again the order of the dragon!
Our suffering empire!

The grim art of disastrivy shall return!
We stand victorius!
Hail son of the son
He will come again, he will come again!