Testo di Atrium Mortis

Hark, thou whom reflections of life have never reached, Whose name is cried with every stillborn! I kneel before, oh silhouette of all divinity of black! With thy horns I shall raise all misanthropic visions, Buried deep in inverted star. Through the gates of death I shall fly into nihilistic realms, Involved in wounds of cosmos… and there begotten. Through the unlighted paths with the point of no return I shall triumph all chthonic illusions. Through the winds of dissolution, above eleven sides, Into infinity of nothing I will be! Satana domine, gloria tua est aeterna! Magne domine, flamma tua lucem prefer ad iterum meum! Satana domine, scientia est ruina tua! Lucifer victor, extinge astras et incendere chaos!