| Spectral planes before my eyes | |
| Ambivalent glowing with my inner pandemonium | |
| Crimson horizons merge into ashen skies | |
| Ascending bleakness but not clourless | |
| I stride ahead... | |
| Light-absorbing signs appears above me | |
| Symbols to guide me, symbols to brace me | |
| Impressed by those views which I always foresaw | |
| Hearing the silent resonance of everlastingness | |
| A cosmos that never began and will never pale | |
| So do I... | |
| Time and space like warmth and coldness | |
| All earthly concepts left behind | |
| Harmonious evil beyond faintness fills this world | |
| My senses are adapted, obtuse they were | |
| I have spiritualized the flame of Satan | |
| So those eternal impressions are wages | |
| For every life destroyed in a fake outstripped reality | |
| Obscure are the ways of death | |
| And veiled are mine... | |
| Secrets and treasures can be bared in a place called...hell | |
| The relevance of mortality descends after this revelation | |
| And I have banned all christian mortality | |
| One day I enter my morbid world | |
| And stalk an endless paths | |
| Where crimson horizons merge into ashen skies |