The final traces of the sun have been eradicated 
As the earth has seen the coming 
Of our black domain 
The lands are shrouded by the lunar shine 
That now will be perpetual successor 
Of the radiance of the past 

The world turns to black 
Our army stands tall 
Disposed to seat 
Our final attack 

Pathetic fear and apprehension fill 
The hearts of the 
Feeble lambs once shielded by their decrepit reiuge 
Their wretched shepherd has been devoured 
By the savage wolves and 
Now they realize their scoffing destiny has come 

The world turns to black 
Our army stands tall 
Disposed to set 
Our final attack 

"I, the Svartalv, Supreme Female 
Feel shame for your pityful human form 
May your soul be purified 
By my Deadly kiss of death !" 

The world turns to black 
Our army stands tall 
In fury and hate 
From behind comes the sword !