We stand before thee in absolute mockery We scornfully curse your inherent blindness For you are nothing more but an empty shell In denial absolute New symbols have arisen from their places of rest Archetypes worthy of worship... Dissimilar to thee great fraud of being Deceiver of all... These totems we choose to shed our blood for God forlorn for you we sharpen our swords for For thee my sweet Satan... Defiant assassin of all that is prudish and meek Thou who stand behind all scourges and tribulations Thou who bringeth awe and terror to thy adversaries We sacrifice matter to become one with thee In paradoxical iconoclasm We deny symbols moulded and raise your totems Deification through conscicide Deification through deicide Illuminet satanas vultum suum Super nos et miseriatur nostri