- A Spell to Awaken the Temple
Bathing in moonlight
I shiver and I tremble
Captured by the spell
Awakening this temple
My eyes turn to white
And breathing is broken
Dark powers taking vessel
Of my human token
- Black Fucking Murder
For me its natural to feel
Nothing but hate and contempt
Surrounded by humans
Pathetic and weak
They have blindfolded my heart
With ugly flesh and faith
In my soul the black worms nest
Soon to cocoon, to born as bats of satan
- Black Treasures Of Melancholy
I have watched over thousand deaths.
Possessed the mourning families.
I have felt their tears of grief.
Flown on my face under(their)skin
I am the entity that feeds the sadness.
Depression and melancholy.
I am a demon who's wings are nets.
- Empire Of Suffering
Miserable creatures crawl
Hiding in the dark corridors
Hissing voices of hatred and despise
Pure feelings of eternal loath
Born under the blazing eye
Spawn of a putrid black womb
This, the empire of malevolence
- From the Black Coffin Lair
I uncover the black coffin
A dreamgate to the land of death
With blood I travel there
Drawing dark sigils
The night of my demise...
I gave my soul to Hell
Now I live among skulls and bones
- Frowning, Existing
I stand alone
Waiting for my thoughts
Alone among
Shattered visions, waiting
Eternally, watching...
Depressed they attempt mockery
Failure. Ceasing of heartbeats
- Glorification
On this night of a depressive autumn
Under branches of these old trees
On this hour thy sign I glorify
Black flame of satan in my heart
Fog is rising from the murky waters
Carrying the stench of of the swamp
An howl is hooting, sounding afar
As melancholy takes a grip
- Heretic Iron Will
Blessed are those who know and face sorrow.
Thus who experience a life of constant overcoming.
Strength to be blended with pain
On the heretic path,iron will prevails.
To rise and survive
In this world object and rotting.
Darkness means the highest knowledge.
- Panzergod
So many names have been given to me
For what the humans fear is versatile
I was born under the yoke of evil
An armoured fist of satan
Yes, fear me in the howls of wolves
Fear me in the pale moon itself
Where my presence is near
- Returning To Misery And Comfort
I hate the moon and its glow
For it no longerpleases me
I curse the winter and its snow
For it will lead "them" to me
Returning to the darkness
Of the mountain caves
Following the voie of past
When sky is obscured with clouds
- Satanic Black Devotion
Hera the chant of my tormented soul
In black devotion I have prayed
Veins re-opened, bleeding for satan
With pride my flesh is cut
Sanctissime colere chaos
Obscurities unveil to me - a Disciple
Sanctssime colere chaos