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

Through the winds of dissolution, above eleven sides

Into infinity of nothing I will be!

Satana Domine, gloria tua est aeterna!

Magne Domine, flamma tua lucem prefer ad iterum meum!

Satana Domine, scientia est ruina tua!

Lucifer Victor, extinge astras et incendere Chaos!