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Hooting creatures with red sparkling eyes wisely await

Not innocent owls gazing at the nightly ceremonial existence

Not those ones which are perched on their cracking branches

We silently admire the shameful murderers… soon mind ravaged…

Goddesses of fate led men who were doomed to suffer

into misery and diabolical misfortunes

No prayers, no sacrifice and no tears can move us

You’re now blind to your future… hear my creaking wings

No prayers, no sacrifice and no tears can move us

You’re now blind to your future… hear my creaking wings

We are the soul-voracious vultures, daughters of Nyx

Dwelling hellgrounded at the rock-walled river Styx

While Gaia gave the adamant avenger sickle

We are born from Ouranos’s blood testicles

Soaring from the obscure depths of Erebus

Breathing destruction from our lips like flame

We bring darkness into your sacred heliosphere

Semnosian cursebearer, dreaded by worms’ world

Even if we are the guardians of the moral law

Although we claim to be the vengeful of all crimes

Lord Hades entrusted us with a significant mission

and all our principles suddenly fell into oblivion

Punishment... retribution... dearth... and torment

We are the soul-voracious vultures, daughters of Nyx…

Back in our enlightened den,

the wings full of guts between our claws the purulent skin

A heady flagrancy of flesh bathed in necrosis

We’ll sleep with minds filled of macabre lullabies

Punishment... retribution... dearth... and torment

Candles laboriously illuminate our wrinkled faces

We relate our nocturne fleshcrusade

Our perfect discipline in this global execution

The harshness in the premeditated extermination

Maybe our screams warn them too early

Should we fly with folded wings?

Some must escape while they will be better of with us

Our next purification should be more atrocious

Finally