Shivers herald an [bad word] possesion
The urges to create set us ablaze
Demonic art sacrificed to the night
monument of malicious sonority
The most precions gift
For the everlasting cycle
For the beginning and the end
For [bad word] darkness
For master Satan and ourselves
Millions of unsignificant existences
Exceeded by our tones supreme
Melodies older than mortality
Enormous as death itself
The chosen ones [bad word] of the language
That needs neither mouth nor words
Our minost soul transformed into notes
We are element as well as entirety
So what is paradise if not [bad word] 
From "Supreme Immortal Art" (1998)