Jama Pekel - Behemoth перевод на английский

Jama Pekel

Vesnice hori, noci jdu sam,
Zkratim si cestu pres pole lan,
Obklopen dymem, na konci sil,
Ae smysl neznam, jasny mam cil,
Vidomi ztracim a prece bdim,
Vede mi Iabel, tam dolu - k svym.
Snad jsem jij mrtev, pro tento svit,
Satan vsak silu vraci mi zpit,
Koneeni vidim pekelny chrtan,
Do jhavych temnot vrele jsem zvan.
S tilem jij nehmotnym prichazim blij,
Za mnou se zavira jelezna mrij.
Jama pekel, stokrat prokleta,
Jama pekel, krvi zalita.
Tei sloujim Iablu, smrti a zlem,
Roznasim zkazu, jsem demonem.
V kajdem staveni eern¤ oltar, na kajdem obraze je moje tvar.
S hrozivym smichem vracim se sem,
Priznivci Iabla padaj na zem.
Eerna je touha, bleda vsak krev,
Kdo neni vyholen, sklidi muj hniv.
Marni se pachti, modli a sni,
Demonem stat se ne kajdy smi.
Posedli vztekem vesnici bori,
Marni vse dilaji, marni stoh hori!

Hell's Pit

The village is burning, I walk alone at night,
I take a shortcut through the field of corn,
Surrounded by smoke, on the brink of my strength,
I do not know the reason, but my goal is clear,
I am losing my sight but still I am awake,
Lucifer leads me, down below - to his people.
Perhaps I am already dead, for this world,
But Satan restores my strength,
Finally I see the maw of hell,
I am fervently summoned into the fiery darkness.
With my now immaterial body, I approach pale,
Behind me the iron gate shuts.
Hell's Pit, cursed a hundred times,
Hell's Pit, flooded with blood.
I serve Lucifer, death and evil,
I spread destruction, I am a demon.
In every house there is a black altar, on every image there is my face.
With a menacing laugh I return here,
Devotees of Lucifer fall to the ground.
Black is the desire, but pale the blood,
Whoever is not shaven will reap my wrath.
In vain they strive, they pray and dream,
Not everyone is allowed to become a demon.
Possessed by rage, they destroy the village,
In vain they do their work, in vain the haystacks burn!