When our flames were lit by chaos... 
We knew not the grip, the bondage of light 
Then he waved his sceptre, and cosmos was formed 
Too late we knew our freedom was lost 

He blinded us, polluted our minds and forced us to drink his blood 

I will show the world god's [bad word] face, I will let the thunder roar... forevermore 
I've deceived his world, but regained paradise in the fire of my soul... 
(But) in the death of the wind I sleep, as I wail this petrified landscape 
Chaos, anguish... an optimum affection in the clarity of certainty... so empty 

The voice of the dark souls: 
"Mighty Lucifer - thou art the light that leads to darkness 
As much as I praise thee, I love thee without praise... 
As much as I love myself, I adore thee relentlessly 
Thou art our [bad word] father, the wine of venus, the essence of our hope" 

Death, solemn death of the reaper's star, devour his legacy from afar 
I fumble... live... I fall... die, isolated in the crowds of god... and suffering 
In between lurks the everlasting absence... for my dark euphoria 
Thence I am sovran created, like in heaven, myself... and I fell in fury 

The indolence of solitude may drive out the soul of it's sermon 
And memory shall be lost to the blood hopelessly pulsates 

The indolence of solitude may drive out the soul of it's sermon 
And memory shall be lost to the blood hopelessly pulsates... 
...in our [bad word] hearts 

"Is this the region, this the soil, the clime 
This the seat that we must change for heav'n 
This mournful gloom for that celestial light? 
Be it so, since he who now is sovran can dispose and bid what shall be right 
Fardest from him is best whom reason hath equald 
Force hath made supreme above his equals 
Farewel happy fields hwere joy for ever dwells 
Hail horrours, hail infernal world, and thou profoundess [bad word] 
Receive thy new possessor 
One who brings a mind not to be chang'd by place or time" 

In this abyss we shall be free 
Here we shall celebrate [bad word] war