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The brightness of the spirit is hidden

Its pure form is lying in the depths

Bright intellect found at the end of the path,

flanked by the pale flowers of Death

Beyond the veils of dark Gods

Forever invoking fire

Calling the ones of serpent's blood

The souls of Thaumiel's realm

With love we praise the Lord,

the monument of destruction and change

Behind the death of matter and form,

the bright wisdom can rise

Crimson wine for our roots

For the jaws of the underworld

Gates of Death, open your mouth

And swallow this world of false light

When the shadow of Death awakens,

with the flaming trident in his hand,

and dominates the world of clay-borns

When the black sun has risen above

And the triumph of darkness prevail

when all hope is gone...

Then that thorch can light up

The brightness of Lucifer's flame

From the dust(ash) can the new dawn be found

To the glory and light of Satan