| When the flame tears up the throat of the earth |
| The dead raise their hands in the prayer of scream |
| When the razor blade cuts the white boy |
| The seas of blood start their symphonies |
| When the last stat falls |
| Era of the nameless void will come |
| When the last human being turns to ashes |
| Harbinger of the god of nothingness will arise on the gory sky |
| When the last dead child cries with a gory tear |
| The bastard’s kingdom will fall |
| When millions of tears run to the kingdom of pain |
| Scream of the glory will arise above the piles of corpses |
| When flash of the nuclear triumph arises above the grey heavens |
| I shall kneel down praising the power of pain |
| When the last of saints decays on the wooden pole |
| Thousands of angels from the forgotten nothingness |
| Will stretch their arms towards the abyss |
| When the last of the holy books burns on the pile made of black bones |
| The human’s body will become the cloth of history of the eternal pain |
| Let’s praise the pain |
| Let’s praise the tragedies |
| Let’s praise all of what sheds blood of millions |
| Let’s praise all that what tears the soil in the perennial fire |
| Let’s praise the extermination |
| Let’s praise the nothingness, because there is meaning of death |
| Restoration, decay, void |