When darkside calls to feed the lust
In nameless chaos I drown myself
Into the necessity…

Black towers pierce the heavens
Among the ruins phantoms fill the ether.
With argent brillance for the senses
Scream into nothingness

The voices speak through
The burning souls of heretics
I am blasphemer and I am black flame
The sign of conflagration
Extol above the world

Let me be tormenting thorn
In the mortals' hearts
Black covenant singed with blood
To devour the sacred souls

At the gates of dawn my breath has stopped
The foul stench of blood upon the winds,
On the path of the sons of the moon

…on the path of the sons of the moon

Let me be the curse and vengeance
The paralyzing night's anxiety
Black covenant signed with blood
To devour the sacred souls

Profanation within old curch
Iconoclasm and blasphemy
Towards deceitful light…

We are the bastards of the night
Fatal formula lifeless
Contradiction for God's opus
Creators of the arts on the ruins of the temples
For all what man could call darkness,
For sons of the moon it is eternal light.