Black Glory

Cadaveria

Purple flames celebrate the new warrior's feats

while dry tears take the old triumphs to a silent death

The old men's corpses consumes in an obscure dust

while the new secret shines in a golden aura

Past glories could rejoice only a brief instant

Soon the new gloom's birth will wrap the present and the future

in a pall of algid fires and glacial quivers

No blood is willing to be shed in memory of your sighs

No wind will agitate the trees' fronds at sunset

The foul insect will suck the virgin infant's pulp

The fifth simulacrum's sect will perish under

the vibrating echo of the white queen

Every sword is unarmed in the presence of the goddess's dagger

Every shield is smashed by the young witch

The third magic star protects my mental acts

The master of the astral fluid illuminates my path.