번역: Marduk. Deme Quaden Thyrane.
[instrumental]
I raise the chalice abode of the dead. I'm susceptible to grimness upon the throne of odium. Black starlighted imperio... decorated by tears of angels
To thirteen nights, i have exorcised my rites, layed a thornwreath on a dust of holiness. Soon the fullmoon's dreariest hours prevail and the seven bridges
I am the broken heart of god, non-desirable child in the masquerade of holy fuck. Proclaimer of the grimmest infernal ontogeny, so take a step forward
It's time to raise and exorcise the hater of jesus christ. To punish, to rape, to demolish, there has begun extreme aggression, to fuck, to breed, to
Eclipse is a key to damnation, darkened domain of evil foundation. May the vigour of demonic primordial forces reborn on behalf of Satan's creation.
Inhuman, mortal incarnate of holy disease Lethal, venomous smooth spoken psychopathic Prostitute of the shady and sham neurotic promise Croaking on your
Inconsistent ideals tend to choke on their vanity, god-given laws to corrupt our sanity. Fuck your values, and fuck your salvation, i laugh at inri and
Darkness, plagues and torment. The shadows of my death, reflect from the chalice of blood...so abyssal. Gaze through the cursing solution. Be drift
Heads down for the coming apocalypse The end to impurity spread through the ages Unveil your fear in the wake of his wrath Who moves the earth as you
Only such self-righteous species Could elevate itself above the beast While itself without senses nor reason Functioning with deteriorated remains Strong
Mental breakdown Head explodes Inner tragedies - inner holes Hour after hour, day after day There's nothing left...only reek of misery On the wide path
'Tis devoured black and white all grey The miasma of life is clear As those last flowers wither away And the faceless man bear the mask of fear...Fear
The day of eclipse Brought by baptism of fire Rebirth of future Falls from the skies Fire! [Pre-chorus:] Reorganizing life With withering conscience
Hear and listen! You who sermon on purity But stand a spectrum away from it Your trees of false knowledge Strike root in hearts no more From analogies
Deep beneath the sun you lie, you are embraced by darksome night. Here we come to call thy spirit forth. Let thy presence breathe through me, beget
Carrion the altar, in the temple of reformer. Guts of offering...Satan has worshipped in order. Ancient way to raise the force of evil, goddamned desecration
