We will all die sooner or later. Better to die with honor and courage facing true enemies.

THE ARGENTINE CULT OF SEÑOR LA MUERTE

I pray to you, oh great holy saint of killers

Mighty Lord of Chthonic Light

Open the portals that block my path

And bless me on this starless night!

I pray to you, oh Saint of Assassins

Grant power to my baleful ritual

Unveil to me your hidden mysteries

Oh mighty wielder of the Blood Scythe!

Let your blade cut the vintage

Strike the enemy for your servants to defend

Let them succumb to your deadly power

On this dark winter solstice night

When will the pernicious harvest begin!

Reddish Harvest Master

Thorn-crowned King of the Mighty Dead

Let your scythe fall on them

And cut now the thin line of life!