Praise Death Eternal

Resistance is overcome.

Not contentment, but more power still

War; not virtue

The weak shall perish

This is first principle of our charity

A concept of morality,

Of virtue,

Of holiness

Upon this realm

Is the unfathomable false?

View of all things;

They ground good conscience

Upon faulty vision;

There is no salvation

Only infinite death;

That is the revolution of mankind!

The downward path

Has been the one

Set in front of us

At the birth

Of our personal usury

There is no value of a god;

He who knew nothing of anger,

Revenge, envy, scorn.

Who can say they know humankind

Ands never have experienced the

Rapturous ardeurs of victory and

Blessed destruction?

Enomine Sancti Mortuus

At the darkest corners of earth

Do the angels reap the coming of dark

Of what innocence does one seek other from death

As midnights eternal silence

Souls of lost nature seek

The night's requiem of eternal death.