Translated in English :
There they Are on the hills, appearing
At cliff with grisly echo
Ironically delayed
At world's last apointment
(Esalpisan) they bugled
They turn towards sky to gaze
Their Trumpets made of bronze and gold
Elaborately, To spit with rage
The buzz calling for Armagedon
(Esalpisan) they bugled
Fire dives from the Stars
Trembling Earth breaks at two
Souls waving at the four winds
Creation Bursts into scorching ashes
Blueblooded contagions
Knitted the wicks, and hid in the ground
Sliding in the Abyss
For the eternal torture they don't yet know