When the day get blacker as the darkest night ever  The waters turned to red from the blood of the tortured one  And the vermins marching to the daylight  When the birds of the sky, fall from the quiet trees to  the soil of the earth    Then, the arrival of his majesty is near  And we, wait with darkest proud  We slaves of the last eclipse  (And) we, await him now    We, princes of darkness  Accept no Lord of emptiness  We, the princes of darkness  Destroy the holy weakness    We are twelve creatures of the Almighty    The Lord of thousand cries  The God of all great beasts  Six slaves of the horned master  And with us, four children of the night    Mea Culpa Corpus Christi  For we have killed your son  We princes of dakrness  Rape the holy whore and destroy your kingdom    The hell will follow us, you will never know our names  With us will come the Astaroth, the producer of all pains