In Screams and Flames

In a gesture of despair
I free myself from my chains
Enjoying an inesparable glare
I get up, body feeling countless pains
I spill flaming torches
Thus igniting the inverted cross
I see the monks burn and scream on their knees
Pursued by the hounds of Tindalos

The smell of burned flesh invading my head
Screams mingle with grunts from outer space (from outer space)
Escaping Azaroth in bloodshed
I run again and again out of this cursed place

No light, no hope,
The further I go, the more I despair
My hands flay on the wall,
I see my grave in the cemetery
But then I see a glare,
The glare of the sun, guiding me

Walking through the devastated streets
The lost soul, staring blank into space
The panting heart, trying to calm its beats
I'm now indifferent to the fate of the human race

Because I see them,
The deep ones, the army of the sea
Servants of the Black suns
They come for me

I sit down, and no longer try to flee
From now on, my life is in the sea

I sit down, and no longer try to flee
From now on, my life is in the sea