歌词
Infernal regions filled with souls,
No hope of resurrection.
Well kept in this dark surrounding,
Left to cruel subjection.
But the King of
Glory, spreading light, draws near
To give salvation and to dispel all fear.
He came to release and save
Those lost and burning souls that crave... him!
The Prince of
Death and his
Prince of
Hell Exercise their godless might.
In a permanent state, state of darkness
All their pieces of mankind.
The Lords of
Hell commence to quarrel
On Satan's sentence, sentence of death.
Their sombre impious, impious dominion,
Subjection lies ahead.
The bringer of light approaches them,
Trampling on the
Prince of
Hell. Sets him under the reign of
Death And leaves the
Princes to themselves. - to themselves.
Infernal regions filled with souls,
No hope of resurrection.
Well kept in this dark surrounding,
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