Thanatolatria

Sacred carved stones in yout land you will bow down before them

Evoke the ancient power as from the simulacrum

Spreading existence throughtout the land of the dead

Professing the sign of your theocracy

Necromancer, you shall die

You choose the dead gods instead of my seed of life

Unhallowed, thy blood shall be upon thee

Thy breed is cursed wounded of death!

(E a luz perpétua os ilumine)

Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit

Diving in the chasm - the orphic mystery

For I am the sorcerer, the God of Omen

Your flesh will be a blend of...

Corpse on corpse upon the wreckage, shrines ravaged by the wrath divine

Lay waste to your ground it will become a desert land for all time

Worshiper, you shall die

I am the death God, you choose my way of life

Beloved, thy blood shall be upon thee

Thy breed is cursed with this essence of mine

(E a luz perpétua os ilumine)

Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit

Diving in the chasm - the orphic mystery

For I am the sorcerer, the God of Omen

I give you to you the chance to choose my cross

(Descansem em paz)

"The idols of the nations are silver and gold, made by the hands of man

They have mouths, but cannot speak, eyes, but they cannot see.

They have ears, but cannot hear, nor is there breath in their mouths

Those who make them will be like them, and so you all who trust in them."

(E a luz perpétua os ilumine)

Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit

Diving in the chasm - the orphic mystery

For I am the sorcerer, the God of Omen

The flesh is a blend of tears from hate and fire from madness

(Descansem em paz. Amém)