An Angel of darkness come to earth,
with devils in a flock.
He insist in the soul, who search the Sun.
They sit in the feces of prince, glos and curse.
There, –- in the mantle of Baal sparkling the noble metal,
it glares the warriors and fall in nowhere.
- Ouch, from rays the warriors was disposed,
as they noticed, they spirits sway,
for that reason they better locked,
and as hostage lug behind the grid.
Our comrades were nicked
now we must charge our weapons.