You have shed the wine of blasphemy
Overflowing the dementia of trinity
You have awoken the chant
From his slumber of defiance

A look, beheld the wrath in my eyes
Will reveal the stealth of my aeon,
An enigma lingers in the maze of your dreams
Praise me and discern that i,
Only i can decide
… upon your imminent death…

- canst thou invert my bother,
Into scorn of transcendence devine,
I praise thou, i worship your wisdom
For thee and thine my faith i sacrifice… -

Invoke my profane proem
For that i will be carving my symbol
In your flesh so pure and so light
For that i will get you in bondage

And during my profane seduction
Your death is as sure as your life
As becoming an infidel fiend
The horizon of death i will spread