Crosing the nebula of life
We summon the notes of death
Together in an neverending battle
Against the armies of the same

Harvesters of criticism
Defending their weak brains
From the inevitable truth
Hiddin their lack of intelligence

Crosing the nebula of life
We summon the notes of death
Forever in neverending battle
Defeat the armies of the same

We worship art of aggression
An opened Death Metal Quasar
Whos power is untouchable
For those primitive ones

(Shadows of the warriors remains
As the Death open the gates
In different wiew of spectar
Our souls reunite the eternal quest
Illusions of the madness prevail
In those minds under the veil
Closing their eyes afore their fate
Victory of Death ends their quest)