They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside 

With their jaws so contagious of a disease 

As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Samael 

The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit 

It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine 

The least traces of the consolation of Eden 

Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes. 



Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. 

My god and lord of this earth, 

You shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts. 



"The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man." 



Verily I say unto you, there is none righteous 

Enough to resist, no, not one… 

For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; 

Your lips have spoken lies, your tongue has muttered perversity. 

The heart of a lost angel is in the earth, the immaculate is abased… 

Forevermore. 

Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light 

Shall break the yoke 

For he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, 

And He in him. 

And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which he hath given us 



Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. 

Wilt thou know, O vain man, 

That faith without works is dead? 



Some rejoice of the children's innocence and smiles 

Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ, 

Swollen by arrogance and lust Jesus spoke words of wisdom: 

"Let the children come to me" 



What's more enthralling indeed than ruining 

Through them the genesis of life itself? 

Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn and 

Thou shalt get a glance of heaven 

When this dive reveals despair, hideous ruins and 

The glory of Hell 

The serving sons of disobedience proclaim 

Vengeance belongeth unto Him… 



Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, 

Shall he be thought worthy, 

Who hath trodden under foot the Son of God 

And hath counted the blood of the covenant? 

Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple 

Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown 

Of malign essence 

That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. 

Hosanna! 



Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. 

Seest thou how faith wrought with his works 

And by works was faith made perfect? 



Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. 

My god and lord of this earth, 

You shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts. 



Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. 

Wilt thou know, O vain man, 

That faith without works is dead?