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Like a hammer which smashes the face of divinity

I incorporate myself in iniquity and sin

Like a lighting in the ultimate storm of terror

My torment canalizes in hatred, vengeance and disgrace

Over the world of mortals I curse all of them

Whilst worms, its spitirual inconscious condition

turns them even more insignificant, and its decreases

my satisfaction when I see these wonderful scenes of devastation

In the funeral night thy yowl awakes me

And my dark desire is summonned by the beauty of thy pain

Desert and lifeless... is what these lands shall be, this wilt be my legacy

Mighty Lord of Darkness, before thy magnificence I bow, in reverence

I thy profane name I wander towards the empire of ruins

Decadent and leprous I shall wander among the downfall... While the lesser blow of life still running

in my body, hatred and proud shalt run through

these cold veins, brought by all destruction and memory...

Of the night of the inferno kataklysm