Aeonic fogs have hidden The spirit of our blood for so long (yet) from distant dimensions of darkness The timeless spirit, who's guided us in the past Blows cold winds from a Place of no stars
Old aeon's fogs are dissolved By winds which can light The heretic flame of wisdom again In our awakening souls
Our strong fiery essence couldn't drown in their "holy" water But only stain it with wise despise Roman christendom failed, the easiest heresy
Our bodies like temples Our blood ecstatic wine Sacred rapture of Fufluns Still our souls haunt
The unquenchable fires, of our dead temples Let us see through the secret veils of the night Where all lies hidden, not to our eye
Our dead saecula, eternally haunt time We still lurk in the shadows you once feared
Our discipline was erased With the dread of parasites But we still lurk.... for ages...
Preparing to feast on the useless ruins of your jewish-christian empire
Caput mundi, caput iesus We crush and crush and crush...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
