Cursed be the day you were born May that day turn into murkiness Extend on it the darkest of the clouds And banished be the sounds of joy May be closed the doors of your mother’s womb Occult abortion, oh, you’d never exist Darkness it shall be in your eyes Like children that have never seen the light Dies Irae Thunders in the skies Let’s celebrate Tribulation and torment Raise your hands Let’s celebrate Cursed be the night you were conceived May that night become sterile Invade it the shade of death and chaos And banished be the splendor of the stars May it dry your father’s seed A rotting fruit, oh, in great desolation Emptiness it shall be in your soul Like a black hole in the immensity of nothingness Noctis Horrendae Lightning in the skies Let’s celebrate No ascension, but fall Raise your hands Let’s celebrate I condemn thee I despise thee I abominate thee I deny thee Cursed be thou eternally I am the whip of the serpent’s tongue Sip the poison of the horrors of your God I am your perpetual stain Getting hurt on your scars repeatedly I am the killer of your light Scaring you with the most frightening dreams I am your eternal prier, dead eyes And with morbid visions I haunt you I curse your life and bless your death And before you only your grave You know you are no more I am the one who gives birth to the iniquity While there are the skies you won’t rest I am the opposite of your redemption All the animosity against you I am the whisper of the winds of death Touching your (repugnant) soul in your last breath I am the brother of the jackals, dead eyes In unholy mourning I wake you hatefully Consummatum Est Fire in the skies Let’s celebrate! Damnation and death Raise your hands Let’s celebrate!