Poem translation    Spring colour my world  and its soulless body with this hate for life of death  From the dying snow  I feel the dripping water reborn my breath  The first flight of the butterfly  reminds me about my hate for life  Stronger death is than love  for that your destiny is my knife    Oak, popular, pine and birch,  alder hear my immortality demand  leafy white bearded woods  Hungry I am for his majestic king of the hillsides has    Grown green again    Under this rock, under that cliff  The sparkling frozen burnt  Mandrake rise now 'cause the beheaded sing    The heartbeat of the fungus and the anemony  Will be liquitated  Earthworms chill in the lichen foggy ground and the  Insects breathe, evil sprout    This is the nightfall of the wolf  Howling blasphemes in the  Night just like in the past    I am Megalomania the Diabolic,  a stormruler of the southern borns  And I command generation of legions  in my ultimate magnificence  I do have no tears, I do have no funcken fear  On this battle my princess I will be your berseck    Undress my bride and let us feed upon lust  My precious whore I'm delighted by your pain  Oh beloved, trust you must never do  Your scream is heard but nothing they can do    Lie upon this mossgrown altar  and the dewdrops wet will feel your heat  Be my Bathori, my Nosferatu, my black evil witch  My delighted disciple    In your arms I will love  In your arms I will hate  Daughter, this sacrifice is for you    A black shape of Satan  watches our darkened desires, join him  As a bat on the black sky  the shadow of Evil spreads over this world    Sun won't set you free  Heading for the dark  Detta er upprum vonsku    "Pi engar si grona, under himlen si mork  Ute I det skona, vid nyvakinad bjork  Virnattens sista timma, for med sig ditt namn  Pi detta felt av dimma, forenas vi I gronskans famn  Endast mine och stjernor, mitt onda beger vet    Sisom eldens vilda ternor, k+rleken falsk gor dig het  Mitt viroffer du er, blodet frin ditt vita skote  Din sjel slits iser, doden dig har kommit til motes"