Being his death agony rending the illusion of creation on shreds
Through the veil of bloody tears there is only desperation
He was looking ... defeated, feeble
The dying illusion of the world created by the Demiurge
Triumph of madness broke all the tablets
That were imprisoned outside the cosmic gates
The pillars of the old faith are overthrown
The Rebel Spirit had broken the chains.
Reveling blood of the saints proclaiming the new cult of beauty, strength and life
Falcon clawed the face and pecked his eyes
Skin hangs loose from his bones...
Flowing down the cross blood is rotting on the sun....
All of this is named Faith....
Despicable creatures that rebelled against the life,
Were Poisoning life itself by its existence.....
Your soul is empty. You have never been alive...
To be free and godless - is a new Virtue...
- Gates to Oblivion
- Dies Irae
- Manifestation ov Dark Ess..
- Son of the Morning
- My Death
- Triumph of the Beast
- The XI-th Angle