作曲 : Tribulation
 Hear them calling the children of the night
 The curse will last until the end of time
 Enduring it for centuries through darkness and pale death
 Time is an abyss prodound as a thousand nights

 Mysteries from a long forgotten era
 Enough in chills of rancid death
 Sweeping his way like a shadow
 Reaping his harvest plague

 The black death
 The black death
 From the seed of Belial he rises
 Spreading his sickening breath

 From landscaves of grey
 In the land of the phantoms
 With a touch as cold as the night
 He's reaping his harvest plague

 The black death
 The black death
 From the seed of Belial he rises
 Spreading his sickening breath

 The glowing moon
 The march of rancid rats
 The love to the darkness
 The mysteries of the bat
 Blood is the lifestream
 Blood is why he kills
 For he is eternal
 Blood will forever still

 As one with the darkness
 As one with death
 Devouring your flesh