Sleeping awake in the cradle of death   Reveling in the fruit of sin   The suffering of thousands in the coming of dawn   They ate the force of time   Here we will call the powers of wrath   Calling the darkened ghouls      The feeding of weed for the sake of the damned   As pointless as is life   Among the cosmos, the cradle of stars   Where all good angels die   Here the upon gate is at hand   And we shall inherit hell   Turning the cross to the path of the damned   The way of the horned ones lair   Luring the saints in the crypt of the dead   Hate is the patron of all      Lying with the virgin of sin   The temptress of ill faith   Here the stars shine with gloom of the end   The calls remain unheard   The path to the end from the end of the land   Holding the key to the stars.