Devilish Domain Vortex in the Gloom of Wicked Ziggurat - Decimation

His curse, in these malicious lands

His anger at the level of this eternal paradox

Agony of the pitch darkness where souls are desperate

Demons performs the genocide in this evolutionary perfection

Altered mass of filthy mob, evil and ungodly

Millions of tormented souls

Their bodies are not in physical forms

Moribund souls, agonizing beyond limits of pain

Bondage of gloomy creatures trapped eternally

Falling into the cavity continuously

In the dominion of sacrilege and sin

Realms where earth and sky do not exist

A race which is called continuously from the vacancy

Whose origin cannot be understood for pure torture and agony

A race which has already decayed and deformed

Rising from the void, a demon tribe, they are emerging from the shadow of the

ziggurat

Trying to be undermined by prayer, all are in desperation

Maledicted mass in this vacancy vortex

A vicious circle sinister and gloomy

A creation originating from the hunger for a human soul

Evangelized to 7 different directions, blackened in the void

Constantly shifting corridors of corruption

A deep abyss beyond the concept of time

Physical and spiritual, the cradle of meaninglessness

Those pervert races fed by profanity and sin

Ungodly circumambulating to crush the human spirits

God cannot save them

In these lands where soil is fed with sinful blood, wicked souls

Like the ancient ones, they chose the path of incineration, to be the master

not the servant

But the masters have punished in the hour of penance