Crosses grow like wheat

Where fields of Death are fertile

Sea winds carry abyssal fragments

From unfathomable plans

Near the village of Kerguh

Two calvaries face at a crossroads

And when the night spreads its dark hue

Through a sharp cold mist, the dead one can behold

Emerald mefitic will-o’-the-wisps

Enlight this senseless saraband

Circles of Anaon gather

Ghostlys steps tread an unholy ground

Tormented spirits chant a hideous miserere

Whose sound spectrum takes the semblance

Of the most obscene nightmare

Legions of revenants are dancing

In an infernal whirling

Bones burst in distorted cadences

From rifts of the earth rise innumerable corpses

Visions of a horror so abstruse

No structured language can describe

In the pit of this macabre impetus

The Devil conducts his impious tribe

Carnival of all abominations, magnetic borders

Between the living and Hell crack

Under the baton of the humanoid

Horned beast draped in a blood red shroud