The day foretold came, cemeteries stood in fire
And the mood became as blood
Here comes the pilgrim of black garments

The doom of existence, bodies cry, the last breath of suns
The next step will be death, sowers of evil die
And came out curse's monster from the sea
Eleven horns and seven heads, and on the heads
Seven blasphemous servants' names

Here comes, anger of devil
Here comes
He, messenger of satan's worlds

Messenger of hell
Pilgrim of black garments

The last of servants alive
Took out the sword
And his sword's name was death

And he moved forward
And slashed with his sword
Apocalypse, the last days

Step after step, measures the time
Black runs after black
Penalty for sin

Hades on earth, venom dead, the last judgement
The sentence was passed to the world
Sowers of evil die

Fulfilled the day
And the sentence foretold was passed
Everybody died, evil overtook evil