Tierras desoladas
que son nuestro impuro reino,
océanos de sombras
donde nacen y gestan tus hordas.
La aberración es nuestro honor,
privilegio de élite,
enterramos toda plegaria humana
en tu nombre, Tánatos, de carne sin fe.
En tus hordas Tánatos,
en tu niebla llévanos (2)
En los senderos lúgubres del pensamiento
los cardos negros de Tánatos son nuestra obsesión.
Ven, ven a mí, con tu hambre de agonías,
el tiempo de todos los lucífugos al fin está aquí.
Legiones ocultas por siglos
elevan ahora sus ojos de reptil.
Inocuos mortales cayendo entre la mierda.
La luz tendrá su final,
el placer será redención.
En tus hordas Tánatos,
en tu niebla llévanos (bis)
Desolate lands
that is our impure kingdom,
Shadow oceans
where your hordes are born and gestated.
The aberration is our honor,
elite's privilege,
We buried all human prayer
in your name, Thanatos, of flesh without faith.
In your hordes Thanatos,
in your mist carry us (2)
In the gloomy trails of thought
Thanato's black thistles are our obsession.
Come, come to me with your hunger for agonies,
the time for all fleeing the light is finally here.
Legions hidden for centuries
now raise their reptilian eyes.
Mortal innocuous falling in the shit.
The light will have its end,
redemption will be the pleasure.
In your hordes Thanatos,
in your mist carry us (2)
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