While the seventh king of dawn is veiled by the shrouds of shadows
And the crown of the saint is turned into rusty blades of the beast
Rise, my children of hatred

Feel the aura of the embracing night

You're the ones who have been foreseen

Feeding the flames on the pyre of the reborn one

Hail, the new king!

On the throne...

Of the Northern realm!
The skies of crimson are now crying
For the dawn that never will break again

Yielded looks in eyes of the angels
While falling down... Pounding the soil of the unholy

Crowned by the wreath of the demons
Ordained by the profane rites
Veil once so white is now burning

In the fire of the sinful one

Baptized by the blood of angels

Gained the heart of the darkest kind

In his veins flows the soul of ravens

For the end...
For the dusk of humankind