I



Abandon hope

all (ye) who enter me...

Let the part

of this noble body will be

a lid of your sudden sarcophagi

He would applaud

If he had the hands

And he would waltz

If he had the limbs

But he only grins

You are as unwholesome as me



Thus the mactation

Convoked them -

Doughy, bleating, dying



II



Another light

anon shall rise

For uninhumed vain

and malign eyes

Those who run to the dawn

Will fall into the night's embrace

No one will leave this putrid pageant

(To a) lupanar fane

Profound is over and under me

It does go on hopelessly forever



Do not plunge me back into wan nothingness!

Do not plunge me back into...



III



Ripped down is the

chthonian sky

With the cold blade of a

Ritual knife

Ghost parade's bringing me

Through the onyx arcades

To the jaw of hell

There is no place

on earth for you too,

and no grave that

will comfort you

for you've met the one who

did fill your heart

with stygian ardour



Voco te o Magna Mater,

Ne me mori facias

Dressed in piceous

you'll return

to the orb where you must burn