Kuolevan Rukous (Prayer of a Dying One)

Prayer of a dying one
Words of killed dead men
Petition for a dead body
Any vow of deceased

Rise, shine black moon
Over the black skies
Rise out from soil black viper
Onto the sour ground
Over the black skies

Your given vow is morbid
Your empty words in vain
Slave to miserable testicles
Rests beneath the soil

I can taste your bad blood
I can taste your dead gore
Rust tore throat
says the last word