اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Plague-sided sword
Deforms dance of the dead
All living things waste away
Under this ruthless hand
Whirling in dance,
In ragged and grubby gowns,
Cruel Mor, black death/black and lifeless
Reaps all life
Through sounds of the night,
Chant of prayer gets louder,
Amid stone ruins,
Each time colder,blacker.
A black sacrificial stone,
Covered with bloody saga,
Remembers weeping and groans,
Each time colder,stronger.
In layers of the Polar night,
In viscid ethers of anger.
In the middle of the centre of shining,
Of it's black guillet
Blood as a herald of death
Blood raises the dead
