Descendants of the Serpent - Grafvitnir

Tremble

As this world tears asunder by ghoulish winds of ice

Lucifer’s dagger shall slit the throats of the profane and pierce their eyes

Violently tearing away pieces of flesh, sever into shreds a world of lies

Spawn from hell’s fire, militias of menace shall arise

As this world dies

A brotherhood of black fire, sprung from the serpent’s seed

Legions of the left light shall make the profane bleed

Awake the fires of hell, unleash all it’s furious morbidity

Beyond the spheres of «god» the black sun streams revealingy

Descendants of the serpent, the offspring of NaHash

Heed the call of the blood of Qayin and tear the clayman’s flesh!

Apostles of black purity, sons of the serpent’s blood

Bloodline of the black light, hack to death the son of «god»!

O Qayin, your mark burns upon our brows

We bear your mark with pride

We are sprung from your cunning seed

Your flame we bear inside

Your flaming blood flows inside our veins

The wisdom of the snake

Spawn from hell’s fire

The cosmic barriers we will break