Resistance is overcome.
Not contentment, but more power still
War; not virtue
The weak shall perish
This is first principle of our charity
A concept of morality,
Of virtue,
Of holiness
Upon this realm
Is the unfathomable false?
View of all things;
They ground good conscience
Upon faulty vision;
There is no salvation
Only infinite death;
That is the revolution of mankind!
The downward path
Has been the one
Set in front of us
At the birth
Of our personal usury
There is no value of a god;
He who knew nothing of anger,
Revenge, envy, scorn.
Who can say they know humankind
Ands never have experienced the
Rapturous ardeurs of victory and
Blessed destruction?
Enomine Sancti Mortuus
At the darkest corners of earth
Do the angels reap the coming of dark
Of what innocence does one seek other from death
As midnights eternal silence
Souls of lost nature seek
The night's requiem of eternal death.
