Skelter!
The idea of demonic confession
I'll open for you the door to the essence
Skelter!
Through dreams and the falchion
I'll carry your soul to the very crescents
Skelter!
I'm on the verge of fortune
Mutated into the matrix spheres
Skelter!
And breathe a dead matter of infinite years

The afflicted!
Remember your name, came-in-the-circle
I'll tell you the secrets of invisible darkness
He is your shadow and the soul, unimmortal
She is the truth and your sparkness!

Everything in it is born and disappears
By flashes of light in the palms of God
Playing with forms of crystalline spheres
Everything's changing, transforming in might, thoughts of the planets

On the horizon, where the world froze in horror
Will be a ghost, the light of four asters
And in groans of millions, of million souls
For whom fear of God is ruthless disaster
Your mind shall hear the names

Astaroth! Beherit! Belial! Ashkheth!

And the eye of golden pyramids
Leading to throne the igneous tribe
Explored the nature and God's wrath
They shall proclaim our might!

The time is now! Come and manifest!