When our flames were lit by chaos
We knew not the grip; the bondage of light
Then he waved his sceptre, and cosmos was formed
Too late we knew our freedom was lost
He blinded us; polluted our minds and forced us to drink his blood
I will show the world god's true face, I will let the thunder roar
forevermore
I've deceived his world, but regained paradise in the fire of my soul
(but) in the death of the wind I sleep, as I wail this petrified landscape
Chaos, anguish
an optimum affection in the clarity of certainty
so empty
The voice of dark souls:
mighty Lucifer- thou art the light that leads to darkness
As much as I praise thee, I love thee without praise
As much as I love myself, I adore thee relentlessly
Thou art our true father; the wine of venus, the essence of our hope
Death, solemn death of the reaper's star, devour his legacy from afar
I fumble
live
I fall
die; isolated in the crowds of god
and suffering
In between lurks the everlasting absence
for my dark euphoria
Thence I am Sovran created, like in heaven, myself
and I fell in fury
The indolence of solitude may drive out the soul of its sermon
And memory shall be lost to the blood which hopelessly pulsates
The indolence of solitude may drive out the soul of its sermon
And memory shall be lost to the blood which hopelessly pulsates
in our excruciating hearts
is this the region, this the soil, the clime,
This the seat that we must change for heav'n
This mournful gloom for that celestial light?
Be it so, since hee who now is Sovran can dispose and bid what shall be right
Fardest from him is best whom reason hath equald
Force hath made supreme above his equals
Farewell happy fields where joy for ever dwells
Hail horrours, hail infernal worlds, and thou profoundest hell
Receive thy new possessor
One who brings a mind not to be changed by place or time
In this abyss we shall be free
Here we shall celebrate the coming war
