Barren moor stolen by the night..
Sad and deep wails from the cave..
Litany of moribund victims…
Undisputed heroes of the time live its soil..
Its dispersion is claustrophobic..
Night-birds sing the inexorable end of human unarmed..
The strength of its inhabitants is the law
And the sea caress this land while washes other countries
With blood..
Hellcome to hailand!
Border of ancient misanthropy
Melancholy outpost where the fear reigns
Obscure orchestras perform dead marchs
But the funeral procession advances
With fear towards the cemetery
It's a perverse game of swords and deceptions
Hate increases desire of conquest..
We are the only survivors in this land.
We wish die in this solitude
Buried by the wind of the nigh
Washed by nostalgia for the enemy blood
Let's cross a new frontier...
We perceive other lands within us.
The rain beats anxious on the bier of our enemies
It's also vengeance thirsty
They decay in the cold of the earth
Worms feed on their fears
And we stand still with half-open eyes.
Admirable the rebellious fascination of victorious death..
It's a visionary dream of inhuman poetry..
Nocturnal chorus of never dead creatures
The hope stops fluttering..
A mute doom pincers our lands
And stupid fears obsess the inepts
We incite the hate..
Pureness made by the people of this land
We put out a candle..
Now the grave is dark.
We are to ready into the obscurity..
We are killers of the light..
Hellcome to hailand..
Painful litanies acclaim the arrival of youy hate!