Wandering through my infinite stronghold
Floating through emptiness, so cold

The fog thickened
Infinite sorrow
The glimmer draws to an end

May my will be done

By the knowledge of the abysmal space
From the might of the entity
By my oath, bound to darkness
In order fall into insanity

I'm dying in this carnal envelope
The bleeding of this being to the death
This is my last invocation, my last hunt
To complete the transformation

Niis, enay teloch
Niis, ta cicle chramsa
Coraxo, toltorn torgu
Ozazma cnoqod ln-nia-o
May my will be done!