They seize the spectre of Cimonar,

And set up against the vastness of unforeseeable.

Nothing else remains except

To let self-destruction run

It’s unstoppable course.

Riding through rotting stench in blood swamp

Riding through rotting stench in blood swamp

Riding through rotting stench in blood swamp

Lurid bolts tearing above the great vast battlefields,

Dragging through space like a fervently inferno.

Suffusing their Tersareth with

Fear,

Coldness,

Mercilessness,

Tulwod!

Calamities blistering above the great vast battlefield,

Implacable, immovable.

They will revert to the very source of existence,

To the source where they’ll be governed by the great void

Riding through rotting stench in bloody swamp!