God of death

I feel quietly dark landscape
the devil sings winter conditions
The snow has created a new world, the white hell
then darkness of winter champion passes
Now Gloom desolation is tormented Desert
Death of silent winter's arms closes
Blood traces of life in a snowdrift recalls

God of death
We are here today punishes
the time has come to a sentence, the last of fate
Therefore, we all hate
CUTTING red with the blood of turns
when the enemy's corpse bursts

Tree branches bow
bowing to winter conditions
Willow bowing to the winter champion
White desolation tortured desert
hare traces of life in a snowdrift recalls
Fallen dashed
as the cold eyes of concrete will be watching the darkness
Moon distant glow-wintery and the dead
Behind the shadow of darkness will appear in
is reduced to minimize the moon
descends from the silent death

God of death
We are here today punishes
the time has come to a sentence, the last of fate
Therefore, we all hate
the blood of the lot is changing to red
when the enemy's corpse bursts