Cursed Be Thou

Cursed be the day you were born

May that day turn into murkiness

Extend on it the darkest of the clouds

And banished be the sounds of joy

May be closed the doors of your mother’s womb

Occult abortion, oh, you’d never exist

Darkness it shall be in your eyes

Like children that have never seen the light

Dies Irae

Thunders in the skies

Let’s celebrate

Tribulation and torment

Raise your hands

Let’s celebrate

Cursed be the night you were conceived

May that night become sterile

Invade it the shade of death and chaos

And banished be the splendor of the stars

May it dry your father’s seed

A rotting fruit, oh, in great desolation

Emptiness it shall be in your soul

Like a black hole in the immensity of nothingness

Noctis Horrendae

Lightning in the skies

Let’s celebrate

No ascension, but fall

Raise your hands

Let’s celebrate

I condemn thee I despise thee

I abominate thee I deny thee

Cursed be thou eternally

I am the whip of the serpent’s tongue

Sip the poison of the horrors of your God

I am your perpetual stain

Getting hurt on your scars repeatedly

I am the killer of your light

Scaring you with the most frightening dreams

I am your eternal prier, dead eyes

And with morbid visions I haunt you

I curse your life and bless your death

And before you only your grave

You know you are no more

I am the one who gives birth to the iniquity

While there are the skies you won’t rest

I am the opposite of your redemption

All the animosity against you

I am the whisper of the winds of death

Touching your (repugnant) soul in your last breath

I am the brother of the jackals, dead eyes

In unholy mourning I wake you hatefully

Consummatum Est

Fire in the skies

Let’s celebrate!

Damnation and death

Raise your hands

Let’s celebrate!