Emaciated creatures, animals of the night
That move and look like us
Abominable orators on the abyss gates
With a semi human degraded being

Hails to the sons of Hun-Vucub born between worms and grime

Immaculate traveller from the far stars
Enjoying the misery of men
His soul is as empty and dark as the night sky
Up to the eternity you’ll roam
I am empty inside, but I carry the hate in the blood

Hails to the sons of Hun-Vucub born between worms and grime

Inhabitants of a larval life that are nourished from death
Meanness offer
Source of infinite might
Carry me with you transforming my human soul

Bless me father of the ancients, beheader of gods

Take me; consume me in your frantic disease
Ablaze my flesh, I burn plethorically
Bless me once again beheader of gods