These are the photographs of the darkness
  Electrified wind of witches from the underworld
  Thou hast break in the dust of your brethrens graves
  Thou art the blood on their tombs cracked walls
  
  Shall ye ground onto this eternal fraternity of bones
  Ye shall be of thy fathers salvation on day of the Sabbath
  Hail to all the nations of pale ghosts of mud wells
  Toll the bells in the pits of Thurash and of Mandonis

  This dusk is swarn upon thy return to land of beasts
  Seven days thou shalt fade as ashes we left with thee
  Farewell the sail of flesh in the sea of the dead
  Thou shalt rise to breath the winds of trees again