Birds of Sulphur - Gorod

There’s no escape.

They deserve to perish

Pain and torture will open the gates of mass delirium

Strike all the cowards to the ground, their cursed souls shall never rest

Let my wrath spread upon the infidels so eager to murder their king

The impure blood that will flow from their wounds

Will never be enough to quench my thirst or avenge this insult

Make them suffer !

Make them pay !

Souls will plunge into decay

Death by torture !

The tormented souls shall be lost in eternal fire

BURN !

The harbingers of death shall be the Birds of Sulphur.

Faithless !

Unholy Forest Dwellers !

I will have your bodies charred in the flames of this world

Perun has prepared your stake… eternal

Heralds of fire

Open the gate to the underworld

Redemption will come from the sky

The harbingers of death shall be the Birds of Sulphur.

BURN !

Attack !

Hunt them down !

Hack, chop, dismember !

No cell, no prisoner

Burn Iskorosten, burn

Redeeming fire !

They will pay with ashes

The Birds of Sulphur shall cleanse our lands of all their sins

Purification through flames.

Unleash you fury !

Be the heralds of fire and make Iskorosten burn

Spread my wrath

Redeeming fire will fall from the sky

Fire will fall from the sky