We stand before thee in absolute mockery
We scornfully curse your inherent blindness
For you are nothing more but an empty shell
in denial absolute
New symbols have arisen from their places of rest
Archetypes worthy of worship...
Dissimilar to thee great fraud of being
Deceiver of all...
These totems we choose to shed our blood for
God forlorn for you we sharpen our swords for
For thee my sweet Satan...
Defiant assassin of all that is prudish and meek
Thou who stand behind all scourges and tribulations
Thou who bringeth awe and terror to thy adversaries
We sacrifice matter to become one with thee
in paradoxical iconoclasm
We deny symbols moulded and raise your totems
Deification through conscicide
Deification through deicide
Illuminet satanas vultum suum
Super nos et miseriatur nostri