Each blasphemy is another stone to the edifice of your glory I want to be the rock on which you'll build your church Am I the son you've been waiting
I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night I've lost hope of loving a day of life The shades of night belong to me I am at one with hell Dead inside,
The top becomes the bottom The fantasy becomes reality The conceptions change The landmarks dissolve And all becomes intermingled To flirt with the
Oh purificator fire, that burns in me Rekindle my courage, gife me your force Blow, northerly wind, come, wind of death Storms, hurricanes, be at my side
If eyes are the mirror of the soul You will find in mine the scorn and apathy You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book You will see yourself as I see
Pleasure in pain Disire of mortification To achieve the extreme To know the ultimate To be a slave for a moment The body offered up to cruelty To the
Sickness born with life She is a careful and patient shadow Man's faithful enemy Unceasingly transformed, rebaptized Behind a different mask I know it
Hideous louse! The face deformed by horror, By the fear of life's duties, By the anguish of the unknown - Born in blood and tears - You'll bleed and
Reign of fear, of war, Of silence, of resignation Under the rules of the book of lies Trawling the wrong path Led like cattle Never try to understand,
번역: Samael. 어느쪽 의식.
