From ashes of this world was born an Empire, 

Our Empire of Fires, Blood and Crystal 

Beyond Times, Dimensions and Places, 

Ad Inferna, the Eternal injects from now his Venom.


The Carnal Architecture of our Cathedral 

Is the irresistible and sensual invitation with chaos, 

To the destruction, to the emancipation of the body 

Which precedes the phase of creation, of development 

Of Your Splendour and Your tremendous Grace. 

What would be your life without the depth of our dreams? 

Especially when these Phantasms become their reality. 

Let you falling on cradle by the sobs of rebirth.


The Stage of the revival is crossed and nothing exceeds, 

This feeling of evolution, of pure transformation. 

Remember the Empire which transported you towards 

The crystal and final discharge, that of Ad Inferna.


Ad Inferna, the Empire of Senses, of Hell, of Insanity, 

Ad Inferna, the Eternal which encourage me and which guide you, 

Ad Inferna, the Immoral and single amazing Light, 

Ad Inferna, The Empire, Decent Vampire which is mine.


The Stage of the revival is crossed and nothing exceeds,

This feeling of Eternity, of extreme, the ultimate Domination

Fall to your knees for thy Empire transported you towards 

The crystal and final discharge, that of Ad Inferna


The Hecatomb Moral of your Tender 

Is the obligatory and reluctant wish with apathy 

to the destruction, for the insanity of your spirit 

Which precedes the phase by cruelty, Of laceration

Of Your Splendid embalm stripped of grace. 

Your life will be only disaster without my dreams 

Especially when my Phantasms become a reality. 

Be unaware of the excess Transcendence forever.


From ashes of your world was born an Empire, 

Our Empire of Fires, Blood and Crystal 

Beyond Times, Dimensions and Places,

Ad Inferna is eternally The Empire, the Blood.