You wake up believing this day will end by evening
It's taken for granted that seeds of life are planted
But nothing prepares you for nature's acts of virtue
It's Doomsday, ascending, the world you know is ending
Seas will rise and the mountains will stir
With the power of creation
We will end in a fiery rage
These last days, our death throes, the ultimate inferno
No hope for survival, this Doomsday is our final sight
Dark and grim, your fate will begin
In the fire and the pain, God will reign on this Doomsday
Mystre! morte! sancte per dei!
Ты проснулся, веря, что этот день завершится вечером.
Это естественно, как посаженное в землю семя жизни.
Но ничто не подготовит тебя к деяниям сил природы.
Это начинается Судный день. Мир, что ты знал, умер.
Моря подымутся, горы всколыхнутся
Силой созидания
Мы закончим это в пламенной ярости.
Это последние дни, наша агония, последний ад.
Нет надежды на выживание. Этот Судный день - это наш последний взгляд.
Темный и мрачный, твой рок свершится.
В огне и боли Бог будет править
В этот Судный день.
Тайна! Смерть! Святые перед Богом!
You Wake Up Believe This Day Will End by Evening
IT's Taken for Granted That Seeds of Life Are Planted
But Nothing Prepares You for Nature's Acts of Virtue
IT's Doomsday, Ascending, The World You Know Is Ending
Seas Will Rise and The Mountains Will Stir
WITH THE POWER OF CREATION
We Will End in A Fiery Rage
These Last Days, Our Death Throes, The Ultimate Inferno
No Hope for Survival, This Doomsday is Our Final Sight
Dark and Grim, Your Fate Will Begin
In The Fire And The Pain, God Will Reign On This Doomsday
Mystre! Morte! SanCe Per Dei!
You woke up, believing that this day will end in the evening.
This is natural how the seed of life planted in the ground.
But nothing will prepare you for the acts of the Forces of Nature.
It begins the vessel day. The world that you knew, died.
The seas will rise, the mountains will stir
Force of creation
We will finish it in a flame rage.
These are the last days, our agony, the last hell.
There is no hope for survival. This day day is our last look.
Dark and gloomy, your rock is happening.
In fire and pain God will rule
On this day day.
Secret! Death! Saints before God!