In Screams and Flames

In a gesture of despair
 I free myself from my chains
 Enjoying an inesparable glare
 I get up, body feeling countless pains
 I spill flaming torches
 Thus igniting the inverted cross
 I see the monks burn and scream on their knees
 Pursued by the hounds of Tindalos
 The smell of burned flesh invading my head
 Screams mingle with grunts from outer space (from outer space)
 Escaping Azaroth in bloodshed
 I run again and again out of this cursed place
 No light, no hope,
 The further I go, the more I despair
 My hands flay on the wall,
 I see my grave in the cemetery
 But then I see a glare,
 The glare of the sun, guiding me
 Walking through the devastated streets
 The lost soul, staring blank into space
 The panting heart, trying to calm its beats
 I'm now indifferent to the fate of the human race
 Because I see them,
 The deep ones, the army of the sea
 Servants of the Black suns
 They come for me
 I sit down, and no longer try to flee
 From now on, my life is in the sea
 I sit down, and no longer try to flee
 From now on, my life is in the sea