This soil is dripping   With the blood of angels   I can almost touch   Their hands through the ground   My eyes are filled with pride   For this land of the dead   Is the precious gift of my father   No mortal value can buy such a treasure   Which I cherish in my heart of hearts   Father - Satan with fangs stained in blood   Smile to my naive dreams   This unhallowed ground   Secret sanctuary of my thoughts   Where I walk hand in hand with death   Upon blood and soil   Oh, don't mind any pain   It gives me wisdom   My rage is my strength   It gives me might   But something inside me seems to be lost   Is there hope for the blood of life?   Or will I always fly alone..   Those who are in Hell   Hallowed be thy name   This is for you who made me what I am   For the storm that tries   To shake my roots   Is just the breath of the dying god   Who once ruled heaven   But he won't succed   As long as I stand true to my ways   And even I am alone   I can't remember what I'm missing