The final traces of the sun have been eradicated

as the earth has seen the coming

of our black domain

The lands are shrouded by the lunar shine

that now will be perpetual successor

of the radiance of the past

The world turns to black

Our army stands tall

Disposed to seat

Our final attack

Pathetic fear and apprehension fill

the hearts of the

feeble lambs once shielded by their decrepit reiuge

Their wretched shepherd has been devoured

by the savage wolves and

Now they realize their scoffing destiny has come

The world turns to black

Our army stands tall

Disposed to set

Our final attack

"I, the Svartalv, Supreme Female

Feel shame for your pityful human form

May your soul be purified

By my Deadly kiss of death!"

The world turns to black

Our army stands tall

In fury and hate

From behind comes the sword!