Shadowed Death Divisions of Gestapo's Hate
Marching through the Battlegrounds
Crushing all hope, all life, all your dreams
For a Triumphant new Reign of Satan
Where once more the smoke rises from the pipes
Lies the destination of our Gestapo's Black Legions
The Demise of all light, all mercy, all your creations
The climax of the beauty of Human Breath.