Hark, Thou whom reflections of life have never reached, 
Whose name is cried with every stillborn! 
I kneel before, oh silhouette of all divinity of Black! 
With Thy horns I shall raise all misanthropic visions, 
Buried deep in inverted star.

Through the gates of Death I shall fly into nihilistic realms, 
Involved in wounds of cosmos... and there begotten.
Through the unlighted paths with the point of no return
I shall triumph all chthonic illusions.
Through the winds of dissolution, above eleven sides, 
Into infinity of Nothing I will be! 

Satana Domine, gloria tua est aeterna! 
Magne Domine, flamma tua lucem prefer ad iterum meum! 
Satana Domine, scientia est ruina tua! 
Lucifer Victor, extinge astras et incendere Chaos!