Plaga - Triumfalny Taniec

Black banners proudly carrying signs cursed by humanity
War bugles preach oncomming of the horned majesty
With the purest delight I listen to miserable dog's howl when my days are comming up to the end
Standing besidie of ancient demons I'll rise high the goblet of blood

Triumphal dance on the rubble of hope
Triumphal dance upon the monument of collapse

Streams of sparks are overwhelm the sky when Death sharpens its knife
Possessed by the power of funreal fog, I thrust down the stars into darkness
The darkness crosses its borders to increase the fear
I invocate the names of gods of the abbys, my visions become true

Triumphal dance on the rubble of hope
Triumphal dance upon the monument of collapse

The last shine of light in spasmodic pains
In ritual madness blind eyes contrast Your flame
My reflection is Satan, Lucifer, Ahriman!