An age wihout fire = An age without meaning No stains in their hands, still guiding to the purpose They turn the wheel of life, new sparks are flying Spinning to distance and nearer to the reality.
In the place of our destroyed sacred woods does the new arson lighten the starry night Its flames strike high above, breaking the surface of the self-proclaimed sanctity The crystal globe of sky does crack, greater perfectness beyond... The power of Satan's flame does burn stronger in our hearts
With awe and wonder will be remembered this time of re-illumination For all that is done and sacrified only strengthen us. worshippers of the black cult Us, the children of the Goat, before the bare throne Everburning are the flames of hell, which strike the sky.
An empty room is full of life and spirit at last In the farthest corner the unholy altar, beginning place of the rituals Fiery altar, fiery cross, a mass of the Serpent has begun It leads my soul towards perfectness and never-dying flameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
