By this sacrament, I, the unveiled, drink the cup of impiety By this vile gesture, I forsake what was once and embrace what will be I invoke the cosmic carnage upon the idolatrous ones And let the poison grasp faithful minds I provoke the ecstatic collapse of the holy limbs And praise the ones who guide me to apocalypse What shall befall to existence will pierce what lies into divine spirit Contemplation, Anathema All is one! All is none, nothing becomes I purge my blood from moral inquisition And throw pure silence to mendicants I shelter my heart under the light of sanguinary stars And let Chaos be my will I become the soul of absolute equilibrium Freed from pathetic attrition, I devour creation Deus nihil metuo (I don’t fear God)