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
