He, who mantles the earth
And covers the shrines with dark
As fire burns with us
Forever enraged

He, whose avatars
Reveal the inexplicable events
The long endless aeons of barren desolation
Of a fallen and failed creation

In the black winds that enthral
I am the raven
The shades of perpetual antagonism
In the hands of timeless dissolution

Of absolute possession
I am the serpents entwined

As ashes once fallen
Within the forest deep
Nocturnal creatures
Bemoan the second death of souls

Within the flames
I am sin
Beyond the dormant hills
I am blasphemy
Amidst the silence of stones
I am beyond death

And hell and death were cast into the pool of fire
(Et infernus et mors missi sunt in stagnum ignis)

Thought of the precise moments
(The passing of denied ages)
And myriads of ineffable experience
Revealing the true human fear

The symbols of creation have faded
The search for forgiveness echo through vast corridors

Echoes that destroy innocence
That crush the will of worms
Drowning in waves of triune lies
From the silent iniquities
Into the eternal infamies
To find salvation through ecstasy
Through victory

Through blood and hate