Atrium Mortis Songtext

Hark, Thou whom reflections of life have never reached,
Whose name is cried with every stillborn!
I kneel before, oh silhouette of all divinity of Black!
With Thy horns I shall raise all misanthropic visions,
Buried deep in inverted star.

Through the gates of Death I shall fly into nihilistic realms,
Involved in wounds of cosmos... and there begotten.
Through the unlighted paths with the point of no return
I shall triumph all chthonic illusions.