Gloria Sathanas The undivinew deceptor Enemy of all holiness The eminent destructor Brings life into misery and death The magic sights of thy third
in the corner of the eye Moon's blazing intuition Contains what death require Cleanse the doors of perception See things appear in its true art The
erotic sins of lust The entrance of immortality There are such sights to see Adventures and pleasures to feel The dormant seeds of suffering The art
As the shadow of Dark angels fall From the grace of light I am carried in the arms of death Into the night The universe unveils A glowing entrance to
It's an age of nightmares and dreams While we are barely children of the age Floating on waves of cold etherial streams A tributary to the symphony of
Through the mirror of the soul I'm staring deep within To see what dwell behind the wall The beauty of pale skin The aura that surrounds me Is not of
Experimental malediction. Destructive minds. Seeking places no living can find. Awaiting darkness, transcending, venture into the night. I hide within
imprisoned rage Where I succumbed to temptation In the laughter of cruel gods Demonic wrath and devastation A monstrous enemy demands to be set free Frigid evil games black art
of the shadows So the night can be redeemed As the winds of darkness whispers my name A kiss of death I receive Nocturnal enchanter to thy art I yield
In the shadows of the world's ambitions I see life and death, in an enormous collision Light destroys, what dark creates Forever floating, the dark rivers
From which that I now posses All lifeforce is abandoned Into the arms of death Beyond the great dark adventures In streams from the vast mysteries Limbonic
In sarcophagus sleep embraced by night so mystic deep Through my minds I see from the grace of clairvoyancy Into the secret garden of disharmonia Black
Thought are tyrants That always return To rape and torment the heart As darkness sweeps The face of Earth I enter the chambers Of bleeding art I receive
the streams so red. Destruction is the jewel of the black heart. To treat life as nothing holy. Hatred is the diamond in blasphemous art. As death you
Like a nomad, in the subconscious realms Of the beyond. The night is old, Yet I still seek peace. Restless drifting, The dark corridors In the unknown
In the drowning of procedure The flesh gets slaughtered Stripped from mortality Into gleams of death Torn from reality Into terminal death Death is eternal art
Higher, higher burning fire Unite with me in dark desire Inflaming greed awakens to breed in me The night has predatoral eyes Drifting in a plae of disguise
In the face of the enemy As I drown in tormenting oppression Like a lonely candle burning I blaze as the darkness emerging And I yield for the art to