Next millennium when sun andMoon will congruentTogether irradiate the darkWe
Hate and pain for the fallTime has come for the
Finally we dare to showOrigin of life and bowTo our
Dionysos - I am your truthNo one ever thanks you
My passion - my senses of lustFlood of golden rain
Through red flaming nightsYou, o Satan, to us will riseWe
Dungeons see our dark desiresFar away from lifeWe must bow
(Older Than Time itself)The Old Ones were, the Old Ones
Essence that grows in paradiseCreated to enhance our eyesSenses twist
At the moment of fulfilmentI feel this glorifying touchThe sense
Neimals geboren, neimals gestorbenNur ein Besucher auf dieser WeltNur Narr,
No futher longing forA cremated heartPromise fills my dayThrough unknown
Den Sieg uber die Dogmen zu erlangen;Das war unser erstes
It is not that differenceThat we do not find a
The pulse of living blasphemies!!!At your morals and your stars
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