Pseudogod - Bleeding with Pus of Black Plague

I came out of gloom
And crushed your hopes,
Like shadows I disappear at dawn.
I arrive, to die
In this stony lakes.

Icy soul - the birth of fear...
The darkness of fading stars
Hundreds of years ago I went on path of war
Since then fear reigns here
...and rivers of blood wash the rocks.

These fetters hide terrible tortures...
Only eternal pain and sufferings...

Cognizing the greatness of darkness and depth of abyss,
Being unaware and sympathy,
Killing myself in eternal hatred,
Finding the truth, and being unaware of grief
I become damned anti-creature.

I slept, and woke up dead,
In eternal wandering I observed...
...how the voice of Creator took the souls of babies
...how your dreams went to pieces
...how inevitable fear appeased its hunger.

I was bleeding with pus of black plague,
Poisoning this hopeless world by Devil's venom.

This is black earth of death,
This place is damned by eternity.
Here the scream of help is mute,
This is an abode of rejecting the light,
This is a stronghold of chosen by Darkness.

Here my flesh was burnt down,
And my blood fed this earth of evil.
Nameless, but devoted,
Creating only anger,
I was ghost of death.

In the name of black chaos, which absorbed this world...
Proclaiming the time of Black Lord...