[Lyrics: Warzlav]    Annihilating midnight  Whose tunes were breeding within?  When Thou wast awaken'd  I'll aspire on black wings  Away from that curs'd place  Where Thou hast died  Who shalt be waiting for me?  Thou art gone and the world hath sunk in the  Vortex  I shall draught my  Inspiration  I shalt entwine Thy essence with death  But am I granted the time to eliminate  My creation before I die  In the incessant oblivion?  Thro' the fireworks of dawn  I heard the groan of eternity  And saw the angels of my passion  Fall    O Aphrodite, Goddess of my hate  I shall enslave Thee in the triumph of summer  In the spires of winter and autumnal tears...  With an evergrowing sorrow  O Aphrodite, Goddess of my wrath  Of my swaying unnatural state  When Thy spectre is sent by the moonlight  Will I see Thee again?    Below countless summits of mountains  Beneath the grim waves,  Drowned in my seas  The arcanum of vastness is conceal'd  By the gleaming of the conjur'd trees  Angels smil'd just once  Unbinding me from my carnal chains  By the touch of their divine wings    "Fantasy strikes me by it's frenzied miracles  All that was impossible, now is a part of the  Endless world of darkness  And light.  I rule this Earth by the magic sceptre of desires.  A giant turns into worm, flesh - into ashes...  I compress the cosmos by my lust for the  Constancy of universal horror.  I enslave the worlds, that aspire to ressurect by  Tytanic blast.  The things  Created by nature will fall into  Primordial darkness:  The moment of initiation into mystery.  The glorious pace of my ominous hate.  Seven ways lead from the coil of useless flesh  To the place beyond the veil,  Where my Aphrodite is dancing amongst the  Dead."    O Aphrodite, Goddess of my hate  I cry out Thy name from the chasm of my fate  In raven's pride and his baleful croak  Our power is gather'd  Our dominion over the Earth -  The instant of the lives we possess  The splendour of the beauty hath reach'd my  Soul  The soul of my neverceasing hate  O Aphrodite, Goddess of my love  A vulture teareth asunder a dove  But there's no suffering in the dead embrace  So let the cosmos swallow itself  The essence of Thine is vanish'd within  The sounds of my odiferous prophecy  I grieve not over my defeated hate  For I am Hate itself