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Into the funeral winds Satan's sons screaming

Funeral winds rescue forgotten memories

Misanthropic essences surround my soul

I observe the darkness that infests this cursed forest

Black and crimson mantles float imposing through the obscure mass that involves the night

Black candles burn on the altar of the blasphemy

An limbonic atmosphere involves the necromantic rites formely forgotten

Infamous chants echo, invocations summon

In the Throne of the Shadows Satan is enthroned!

Nemo vir magnus sine aliquo afflatus inferio unquam fuit

Satanae honores flammis adolere infernus

Orgiastic screams break the silence that closes up at this deep forest

The flesh succumbs the spirit, the pain perpetuates the pleasure

Φλεγει γαρ περι μου ο αστηρ των πεντε

The smell of blood sharpens the senses, they wake up primitive desires

Glorification of the death through the pain

Satanic devotion through the blood

A black prayer replete of hate

Adoration to the rites of the death, god is dead

The hate prevailed on the love, the humanity's god failed, god is dead