[Music by Nathuruss, Vidar, lyrics by Vidar]    Breathing the flames and the flames would I breed  With the crows would I dance to grow 'diculous seed,   By the moondials of nocturnal spirit unleashed...   Pulsing to beats of this gloom symphony  Just once inhaled to rise to the level of seas  Be my Zuna, the almighty Luna diseased...   Whence this call goeth there my dark atrophy  Turns forbidden to loose and the Atrocity,   With the enemies tending the peacocks mislead...   Fearing just misery whom I shall preach,   Then to raise brand new spawn on the styx' purest beach  By the towers of nocturnal spirit unleashed...     Weak to the dawn with the palms razor-cut  With the face not too white and the motives too bright  "Delirium cumulates..." soon would she speak  To the Christendom turn and with Christendom bleed...     Brothers in blood that united in hatred  And Seraphs of fallen wing,   Gathered from chambers beneath bloody sky  And their voices thus did sing:  "All the unsaints – pledged to the rebel,   Pleased to grow weak and then suffer the devil  Past serpentines – dance with the storm  Kissing the thunder with earth's golden dawn..."  We failed to arise – Failed to slay G.O.D.  By crescent nor fullmoon nor eclipse so dark,   Six time we tried, and sixth (it) almost died,   As the Acheron shook with the Babylon's arc    Can you hear all my callings, oh, Caesar the Vice,   Perpetuum... Universum...     Enter Iesus Nazaretus Rex Iudaeori  Sacred remain thy blood in which we shall bathe  Zabudni...   Zapomien...     With the structure of chemical waves  And the vortex of all pulsing heights  Opening, regretting, dying and forgetting  Awaking, celebrating... dancing in the northern caves  Constellation of absolute lows,   Reproductive and ready to flow  Opening, regretting, dying and forgetting  Inhaling, exhaling... dancing in forests of north    Pandemonium...   The imperial palace, compass huge and high,   The structure, skill of noblest architects,   With gilded battlements, conspicuous far,   Turrets and terraces, glittering spires    Pulsing with vortex I bleed  And with decadence to feed  Palm against the razor  Razor against the teeth