THE TOLLING OF THE NINE BELLS

As an aura of desolation lay over the earth,

the visions of a world condemned to the void.

Impenitent congregations, messiah of incarnate lies.

Reborn from your own ashes, to impose again your inglorious will.

A thousand times despicable Agnus Dei,

chained to faith and a false honor seal.

Plagues of misery, marching against the human life,

intoning in one voice lugubrious songs of war.

Without the darkness you could never see the stars.

Scribe of hell, give faith, the wails rule the land today,

Praise Satan! your hosts will march as dark fog,

as a funeral chant, as the tolling of the nine hell's bells.