When the human will close the end He will br there waiting for Among the heaven and hell Will do the choose Riding his black crow Screaming bad rules Doing the christians Run to the black angels arms
Evil spirits In the form of crows Without fear of the dark Over the flesh burned Over the bloodshed Calling their warriors War in heaven Commanding to death
The blackness has come again He revenged his putrid angels With blood spilled Cries of agony and pain When the batlle finishes A flood of fear will take place The sons of prophet Will be struck down And thrown the ground
