Traducció: 1349. Foc Infernal.
Ia! Ia! The stars are rights! For aenos they have slumbered Dead but dreaming Waiting beneath the waves Awaken! Daemon-gods of primeval times
My icon is the pentagram The warmth from me Are pleasures of the flesh I fill you with ecstasy My nature is that of excess Let me out of the circle
Hellfire! I have always been here In all forms in all perversions I will always be here In all ways in all times A question in hidding A solution
Goodbye o creature of folly The sun still sheds light On your towers Of steel and glass And they will bear silent witness To the futility of your
Inescapable hell Vomited from an impure soil Riven with death Like flies on rotten flesh Hatred is carved onto this earth On the bones of the dead
Do you hear them calling from beyong? As a foulness ye shall know them As a foulness thou knowest thyself Freed from the shackles of morality And
Slaves to the slaughter Marching on to your death Like a cannonery of beast angels On the bones of a million dead Through the womb of night Into
In the end, a new era beckons Settling the foundation of an infernal dimension of wrath A revelation strikes with new awareness upon the masses
