The old scroll of doom hides the secrets…
It tells about the recipe of this sinister art…
The music is dark, from the funerals…
The lyrics are full of agony, taken from the grave…
Playing doom metal it's like a crusade…

But instead of cross we have the electric axe…
Being on stage it's like being possessed…
The volume moves like a vortex in your head…
Into the void we'll play our art…
Into the oblivion we'll sing our songs…