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Sacred carved stones in your land, you will bow down before them

Evoke the ancient powers as from the simulacrum

Spreading existence throughout the land of the dead

Professing the sign of your theocracy

Necromancer, you shall die!

You choose the death gods instead of my seed of life

Unhallowed, thy blood shall be upon thee!

Thy breed is cursed wounded of death

(E a luz perpetua os ilumine)

Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit

Diving in the chasm - the orphic mystery

For i am the sorcerer, the god of omen

Your flesh will be a blend of...

Corpse on corpse upon the wreckage

Shrines ravaged by the wrath divine

Lay waste to your ground

It will become a desert land for all time

Worshiper, you shall die!

I am the death god, you choose my way of life

Beloved, thy blood shall be upon thee!

Thy breed is cursed with this essence of mine

(E a luz perpétua os ilumine)

Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit

Diving into the chasm - the orphic mystery

For i am the sorcerer, the god of omen

I give to you the chance to choose my cross

(Descansem em paz)

"the idols of the nations are silver and gold, made by the hands of man

They have mouths, but can not speak. Eyes, but they can not see.

The have ears, but can not hear; nor is there breath in their mouths.

Those who make them will be like them, and so you all who trust in them."

(E a luz perpetua os ilumine)

Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit

Diving into the chasm - the orphic mystery

For i am the sorcerer, the god of omen

The flesh is a blend of tears from hate and fire from sadness

(Descansem em paz. Amém.)