Fight! Black flags under the silence.
We march infecting the sun to kill the domination.
We are the final warriors.

We reach the final stage.
The oath of darkness to come is here.
With violence we´ll taste their blood.

Under the blackest flag we march, we dwell in the dark.
Conspiracy enlights the morning.
No sorrow, no anguish, no love.

Under the blackest flag we stop to write our chants.
Our blade will curse the morning to avoid the music of god.
Love is the venomous lie we are subdued to,

to respect their wills.
Victory is their death through infinite hate and powerful wisdom.
An army in solitude.

A plague in the blackness reborn
resist the god´s deceiver in terror, in vanity.
Insanity will flow again to retake the land.

And victory will come as the silence fills the day.
Victory!
And tiranny will be washed away as the snow froze our hearts,

the hearts of our brothers,
who must kill god.