The icon of Man on the monument of the world I am Mors rules the land on the other side of darkness The serpent is arisen in my breast I curse and feel when God deserts me I am the dissonant chord The rasp in the heavenly symphony How I deride the Scriptures How I despise the tombs of the mighty To beg the world for a single tear is useless I'd rather make a pact with the Devil Instead of bowing my head in contrition I shall fly up to Heaven and order God to kneel Adore my sinful lust Adore my restless onyx heart Adore my boldness and my pride Volcano swollen with a thousand streaks of lava From black stars which pierce infinity I watch the twilight of the gods All angels will fall All sacrum will lose divinity When heavens turn to darkness