Текст песни Rotting Christ Athanatoi este

Makarioi este oi tolmyroi
Makarioi este oi amartowloi
Makarioi este oi diaforetikoi
Eo sou dokei
Makarioi este oi kataramenoi
Makarioi este oi kynhigoi
Enoc oneirou pragmatikoi

Athanatoi este oi dynatoi
Athanatoi este oi ermhitikoi
Athanatoi este oi tragikoi
Eo sou dokei
Athanatoi este oi romali
Athanatoi este tolmhiroi
Odoiporoi town aisthhseown pragmatikoi

And when the bells of fate sound
Digging your soul deep into the ground
Setting your sense to the bound
Spreading your eminence all around
And when the bells of fate sound
You walk in pathless ways till the dawn
Screaming for salvation so loud
Spreading your indulgence all around

And when the bells of fate sound
Then you immortals stand up and shout
The you blessed martyrs doubt
Here comes a new age's blow

Slaves of fate instigate
And feel your sword's blazing age's
Your section to the enemy
Wound for the sleepy age
Slaves of fate instigate
And feel your sword's blazing age's
Your section to the enemy
Wound for the sleepy age