Annihilating midnight Whose tunes were breeding within? When Thou wast awaken'd I'll aspire on black wings Away from that curs'd place Where Thou hast died Who shalt be waiting for me? Thou art gone and the world hath sunk in the vortex I shall draught my inspiration I shalt entwine Thy essence with death But am I granted the time to eliminate My creation before I die In the incessant oblivion? Thro' the fireworks of dawn I heard the groan of eternity And saw the angels of my passion fall
O Aphrodite, Goddess of my hate I shall enslave Thee in the triumph of summer In the spires of winter and autumnal tears... With an evergrowing sorrow O Aphrodite, Goddess of my wrath Of my swaying unnatural state When Thy spectre is sent by the moonlight Will I see Thee again?
Below countless summits of mountains Beneath the grim waves, Drowned in my seas The arcanum of vastness is conceal'd By the gleaming of the conjur'd trees Angels smil'd just once Unbinding me from my carnal chains By the touch of their divine wings
"Fantasy strikes me by its frenzied miracles All that was impossible, now is a part of the endless world of darkness and light. I rule this Earth by the magic sceptre of desires. A giant turns into worm, flesh - into ashes... I compress the cosmos by my lust for the constancy of universal horror. I enslave the worlds, that aspire to ressurect by tytanic blast. The things created by nature will fall into primordial darkness: The moment of initiation into mystery. The glorious pace of my ominous hate. Seven ways lead from the coil of useless flesh to the place beyond the veil, where my Aphrodite is dancing amongst the dead."
O Aphrodite, Goddess of my hate I cry out Thy name from the chasm of my fate In raven's pride and his baleful croak Our power is gather'd Our dominion over the Earth - The instant of the lives we possess The splendour of the beauty hath reach'd my soul The soul of my neverceasing hate O Aphrodite, Goddess of my love A vulture teareth asunder a dove But there's no suffering in the dead embrace So let the cosmos swallow itself The essence of Thine is vanish'd within The sounds of my odiferous prophecy I grieve not over my defeated hate For I am Hate itselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
