Horror atque terror
Quid faciebas, malefice
Die irae, dies ille
Sovet saeculum in favillam.
Lost in the garden,with the blood on my hands,
Captive of the luminous trees,
Of wisdom and of lifethe Holy Keepers,
My face unmasked, monstrous, bloodred,
Is shining through the emerald light.
Numquam diruetur templumadamantinum
Nos, qui olim vicimus,vincemus te iternum.I eat the deadly flowersof murderous lust,
And begin to chant my freedom.
Musical death, of Heaven the dirge.
The Universe I master,I make mine the burning delights of life,
The joy of power unbounded,
Eternal Fury of celestial destruction...
Lucifer, damnatus es, pro ea,quae faciebas.
Persequemur te,iterum perdemus te,
Inferna dulcius perfugium
Quam vorago cruciatuum,
In quam te praecipitabimus.
Non est dominus noster,nihil potest.
God is dead
God is dead
God is dead
As I tore the shredsof this morbid dream,I abandoned my heart,
And on the silent ocean of my soul,
The waters were so calmone could hear the dying of light.
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