Black Earth, white mistress
Enter the Gates of Death
Out of the Lands we know

Where sleeps the sorrow
Bright Light of Nights
Out of the Gates of the Living

The Land of No Return
Where sins are dogma


The roots of decline around her
In extase, sitting on her throne
A vision of despair

Governing the underworld
Funeral rites in the realms of the dead
Virgins' purity abused


A vision of sadness
Governing the netherworld

Black Earth, white mistress
Enter the Gates of Death
Out of the Lands we know

Where sleeps the sorrow

Rejected like a leprous

The heart filled with rancor
A vision of hatred
Governing the underworld

Directing the wandering souls
Nourished by their frankness
A vision of revenge

Governing the netherworld

Out of the realms of living man

Beyond the lands out of your range
Enter the gates and see her reign
Mistress of the damned souls


Believing in forgiveness
But killed in cold blood

Hung with a hook on the wall
I'll look at them suffering
Believing

In forgiveness
But executed
In cold blood


Crawling like vermins
The vultures in the sky


Crawling like vermins
The vultures will gather in the sky

The smell of decomposition
Will embalm
Believing

In forgiveness
But executed
In cold blood


The roots of the decline around her
She directs the wandering souls

Funeral rites of the realm of the dead
Govern the underworld