The prophecies of the ancients are coming by the roar Ritual Black called on the whirlwind of empty shower Leng the cumulator broken the ground warked Start darkness detecting
And when the rings asmodea close the neck of the Son of the Lord God And when the abyss will expuse that so unnatural and beautiful
In the oppression of oblivion, see the dawn of the universe, Sons of Lucifer, paint the bleeding flesh, In the radiance of darkness, find the innermost knowledge, Giving a badless faceless irrevocable tribute