Shapeless shadows hover under the four paths
to which the dim light of dark candles
illuminate the eyes of the surrounding darkness
I see myself through the shadows

The pyre of dry branches and old bones
radiate flamin fury on the axis between the worlds
The silvery light watches over our cries and
yearnings rhythmic by sacred singing.

At the crossroads of blood we await the death merchants.
Today, more than lit candles will be our offerings.
Oh Death Dealer, be my guide through the shadows of death
To see the path between lucifer's wings

Death Dealer 3x

Roars witness the arrival of the ancients
white eyes and stiff bodies
the gnashing of teeth and incomprehensible screams
The hot drink animates the possession of the dead and the living,
tobacco smoke reveals what lies behind the veils.
Prepare your slides, as the meat wine will be
the liquor of those who came to meet us

Dance and sing to old drums and obscene songs.
Dance and shout, so that an era of slaughter can resonate beyond the stars.

At the crossroads of blood we await the death merchants.
Today, more than lit candles will be our offerings.
Oh Death Dealer, be my guide through the shadows of death
To see the path between the lucifer wings

Netalak Ocorum Nahash
Aziel, Azazel, Shemyaza, Azza
Netalak Ocorum Nahemoth Naamah

Obscured by the night cloak, reveal your secrets to us
Lady of the first bones, grant us the alchemical nigredo
Lord of the starless night, grant us your serene darkness
Sickle bearer, build us with your sacred mark

In addition to the four doors, we will sail with the blind boatman.
Our coins will adorn the bloody offerings
We will leave the merchants of death paid
with the blood of the unworthy and candles will no longer be lit ...


Shapeless shadows hover under the four paths
to which the dim light of dark candles
illuminate the eyes of the surrounding darkness
I see myself through the shadows

The pyre of dry branches and old bones
radiate flamingo fury on the axis between the worlds
The silvery light watches over our cries and
yearnings rhythmic by sacred singing.

Dance and sing to old drums and obscene songs.
Dance and shout, so that an era of slaughter can resonate beyond the stars.

At the crossroads of blood we await the death merchants.
Today, more than lit candles will be our offerings.
Oh Death Dealer, be my guide through the shadows of death
To see the path between the lucifer wings