From sixth tower of the beast
The morning star shows a signal
Which will unite humanity
Into the void of night, invading the mind

Rumors are lost in the darkness promiscuous
The light that persist after sundown
Now becomes a sea of darkness and destruction
The christian downfall brings

A sense of unbridled pleasure
At the dawn of the divine domain
We banish the miserable ones
But the wings of the wind still hear his appeal

Calling to the morning sun with
Hope and magic permanently
Ignoring the endless shadows
Their feet are lost and walking

In the valley of NASU
Dance by the pagan
Lands of burning ground
Incessantly triumph of the purity

That destroys the illusions
The deepest spot of the temperate
Narcotic light in the vast deschristianized territory
I see the eart blooms

And almost no one hears the old murmurs
After Belial's Cataclysm