Oh master! Tear God's creation! Set the false chapels in flames! The triumph of your kingdom is near Guided by the black light I whisper the words you've teached (taught) me And feel your pestilential breath Your symbols are cut into my skin I'm awaiting your arrival Oh master guide me through this worthless creation Let me be your messenger of the approaching doom My worship is immortal Your grim blessing shall be my fulfillment Darkness opens its mouth wide We are prepared to sacrifice our souls The lord's eye blazes in the sky When darkness overcomes the world