The final traces of the sun have been eradicated    as the earth has seen the coming    of our black domain    The lands are shrouded by the lunar shine    that now will be perpetual successor    of the radiance of the past    The world turns to black    Our army stands tall    Disposed to seat    Our final attack    Pathetic fear and apprehension fill    the hearts of the    feeble lambs once shielded by their decrepit reiuge    Their wretched shepherd has been devoured    by the savage wolves and    Now they realize their scoffing destiny has come    The world turns to black    Our army stands tall    Disposed to set    Our final attack    "I, the Svartalv, Supreme Female    Feel shame for your pityful human form    May your soul be purified    By my Deadly kiss of death!"    The world turns to black    Our army stands tall    In fury and hate    From behind comes the sword!