Man and his faithful ethics

Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth

Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim

The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate



As instruments of torture

And leaving no room for sympathy

We bring forth the monstrous birth

To the worlds light



As all great art is made from suffering

So are we

Good in nature, but evil by our own free will

Incestuously created by the will to kill



Time is here to walk the final abyss march

Bound to the force of the last holocaust

Pour free the gifts of grace

And slaughter the entire human race



Not permitted to redemption

When pain rises high in purgatory

A reality so convincingly justified

Feeding from Death Cult's gown



We bring forth monstrous birth

To the worlds light