- Descant Of Yore
Our past goes with the light to the great nowhere
The radiation of our thoughts and visions
Ride the fourth dimension to get the center of Sansara
To enter the house of forgotten times.
I wander blind in sands of time
And grope illusions to adore
Amid the wail I yen to hear
- Digitus Dei
Above the all
I soar on wings of my predestination
Above all morals and sins
With glance of damnation
I comprehend the guilt
And every damned will receive
What he deserves
- Iron Hammer upon the Skull of Slave
I stand before the crowds of slaves
Poor bastards thinking they are free
I hear the clank of their faith
To fabled god of selfish dreams
Fake believers
The truth I deliver
Leading the blind
- Monuments of Exalted
Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation;
and I look downward because exalted I am.
I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over.
I love him who lives to know, and who wants to know so that the overman may live some day. And thus he wants to go under.
I love him who loves his virtue, for virtue is the will to go under and an arrow of longing.
I love him who casts golden words before his deeds and always does even more than he promises: for he wants to go under.
- Ordo Infestum
I swear to kneel before no one
The root of slavery expelled
My God is Overman to come
All idols of foretime are felled
Decision...
Decision transforms into destiny
- Razor to throat
Как бритвой по горлу,
Как бритвой по венам –
Кругом эти лица,
Кругом эти стены.
Усмешка, гримаса
Средь плача и крика,
Средь боли и гнева,
- Temple of Mirrors
In Temple Of Mirrors I see The God
All World is reflected perception of mine
I draw this illusion by paints of my blood
The Will to Create is my vital lifeline
Soaring the skies, diving the water
Enveloped in flames I felt down to Earth
To enter the Gates
- Zero Beyond
Lay basic principle is pain
And mental suffering of Word
Avoid is get into insane
Or go with stream of inner world
To die is only way of life
Prepare to leave your body soon
Your future is a carrion rive