Enchantresses melodies pouring form their honeytongued throats

Dancing with satyrs to the rhythm of hypnotizing tunes

All the woodlands fell under the charm of these minstrel sirens

A peaceful idyllic banquet on a melancholy spring evening...

Faster than thunders,the three fly to their prey

All these pure targets soon to be butchered...

Snake eyes wide open, the bringhtness of misеry and pain

Oh. Pathetic sylvan creatures. Try to hum with panpipе in your stomach

The skull smashed... The inspiration never flashes anymore

Beheaded hydriades and eviscerated potameides

Your neck so easy to dislocate. Your spine so delectable to extirpate...

Our desire of massacre strengthnes our mighty claws

Henceforth soothsayers will predict their oracles in bloodstreams

Equilibrium annihilated and purity slaughtered

Species sink to their decline. loss finally comes...

Purity slaughtered

Nightflying legions left the altar of executions

Apokalyptyk strength of hellfire...

Blackwinged archangles of desrtuction abandoned

The fantastic jigsaw of dismembered nymphs

Melodies so bewitching form severed throats

Are just laments of an atrocious agony...

Amputated and eviscerated

The satyrs have forever ended their ceremonial acts...