When our flames were lit by chaos… 

We knew not the grip; the bondage of light 

Then he waved his sceptre, and cosmos was formed 

Too late we knew our freedom was lost 



He blinded us; polluted our minds and forced us to drink his blood 



I will show the world god's true face, I will let the thunder roar… forevermore 

I've deceived his world, but regained paradise in the fire of my soul… 

(but) in the death of the wind I sleep, as I wail this petrified landscape 

Chaos, anguish… an optimum affection in the clarity of certainty… so empty 



The voice of dark souls: 

“mighty Lucifer- thou art the light that leads to darkness 

As much as I praise thee, I love thee without praise… 

As much as I love myself, I adore thee relentlessly 

Thou art our true father; the wine of venus, the essence of our hope” 



Death, solemn death of the reaper's star, devour his legacy from afar 

I fumble… live… I fall… die; isolated in the crowds of god… and suffering 

In between lurks the everlasting absence… for my dark euphoria 

Thence I am Sovran created, like in heaven, myself… and I fell in fury 



The indolence of solitude may drive out the soul of its sermon 

And memory shall be lost to the blood which hopelessly pulsates 



The indolence of solitude may drive out the soul of its sermon 

And memory shall be lost to the blood which hopelessly pulsates… 

…in our excruciating hearts 



“is this the region, this the soil, the clime, 

This the seat that we must change for heav'n 

This mournful gloom for that celestial light? 

Be it so, since hee who now is Sovran can dispose and bid what shall be right 

Fardest from him is best whom reason hath equald 

Force hath made supreme above his equals 

Farewell happy fields where joy for ever dwells 

Hail horrours, hail infernal worlds, and thou profoundest hell 

Receive thy new possessor 

One who brings a mind not to be changed by place or time” 



In this abyss we shall be free 

Here we shall celebrate the coming war