When the unspeakeable rotten virus touch the soul,
With his corrosive perception of the forbidden,
He'll free the lustful and angry impure passions;
So we'll give ourselves to his true light shine,
Only in it exists reason, the lost emotion
Which carry us to the sullen and majestic lands.

The silence will be broken, our clamour will came to thee,
Oh angel of light...
Spill the glory and sinful desires upon the disciples,
That thy hate and scorn fall over the lambs.
Oh infamous desires... which guide us to the majestic kingdoms
From the deepest mysteries, where reveals itself the truth.

That the presence of the moon drunk us in so occult forest,
In this kingdom which reveal us the deepest emotions,
The ones seduce the men since the beginning.
Praised morbid sight! we rise the vengeance sword,
We exalt the intense hate and we profane the memory of christ.

Ave blasphemia... ave ars niger...

In this pale night, waiting for the evil principles
Which rape the innocence.
Oh deep nightfall! oh darkness abyss!
That thou came reveal the end of the eternal evil rest.

The way of death reveal itself like revenge light
To insensitive eyes.
Where thou walk, oh majestic creature of the nights, greedy for blood,
Lost melancholy which rules the rebel shepherd of the shadows?
That thy essence rapture us to thine kingdom, to the origin of death...