In Hoc Signo Vinces

Circling above  in fantastic shapes ,revolt of black wings

Scaring the sheep away, defying the torment of winds

The mud all stained by the traces  of wolves in despair

Throwing into hiding  the lost ones in look for a lair.

Of air ! from storm the croaking of vultures descend

Of earth ! in mist the howling sings the hordes lament.

In Hoc signo vinces

(The Adversary is coming...)

For we shalt rise like assassins of blinding light

For we shalt burn the veils blinding  the sight

For all of those who will scream in sheer  fear

For all of those too weak the order to sear.

In Hoc signo Vinces

(The Adversary is presently at hand...)

No pity for hearts beating faster and faster

For the reign of night and chaos in terror begins

United legions praising the fall of your master

No one left to seek forgivness for your sins.

Et clamor meus ad te véniat