اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When darkness caresses dusk
The silence is broken
And evil presents itself
My hoots clattering in hatred
Sombre twisted thoughts
Leads into the darkest abyss
Thick fog embraces the alley
Where my work is lying ripped wide open
Desecration of the holy
Is truly a noble but perverted cause
And once again in this night of pain
Blasphemy is ritualised in carnage
Bloodshed in the autumn
Of the last ancient Innocence
I am the one who gave birth to
An eternity of violence and death
Unholy calls from the depths
From the lord on his throne of Fire
His horns is through me impaling
The hearts of the feeble sons of (your) God
Behold the Art that I have brought
To my order of evil divine worship...
...The great architect speaks through me!
