Man and his faithful ethics   Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth   Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim   The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate      As instruments of torture   And leaving no room for sympathy   We bring forth the monstrous birth   To the worlds light      As all great art is made from suffering   So are we   Good in nature, but evil by our own free will   Incestuously created by the will to kill      Time is here to walk the final abyss march   Bound to the force of the last holocaust   Pour free the gifts of grace   And slaughter the entire human race      Not permitted to redemption   When pain rises high in purgatory   A reality so convincingly justified   Feeding from Death Cult’s gown      We bring forth monstrous birth   To the worlds light