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The day foretold came, cemeteries stood in fire

And the mood became as blood

Here comes the pilgrim of black garments

The doom of existence, bodies cry, the last breath of suns

The next step will be death, sowers of evil die

And came out curse's monster from the sea

Eleven horns and seven heads, and on the heads

Seven blasphemous servants' names

Here comes, anger of devil

Here comes

He, messenger of Satan's worlds

Messenger of hell

Pilgrim of black garments

The last of servants alive

Took out the sword

And his sword's name was death

And he moved forward

And slashed with his sword

Apocalypse, the last days

Step after step, measures the time

Black runs after black

Penalty for sin

Hades on Earth, venom dead, the last judgement

The sentence was passed to the world

Sowers of evil die

Fulfilled the day

And the sentence foretold was passed

Everybody died, evil overtook evil