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When the apocalypse trumpets sound

And all the candles kindle by themselves

Our king and lord Belial come

Take us to gather to Lucifer

To make a great war

Strengthning us with sin, the hate

The rage, selfishness, hate and pain...

We prepare a great war

beheading and killing all

Christian angels and marking them with

Blood and hate...

Invoking Satan's strength

The wisdom of lucifer

Belzebub's hate

We'll manage to destroy our enemies

Through lust and rancor

Offering Asmodeus, Lord of Wars

Our noble victory over those

Who call themselves stronger

But are nothing but frail and

Dishonored who'll inherit the judgement