Skelter! The idea of demonic confession, I'll open for You the door to the essence Skelter! Through dreams and the falchion I'll carry your soul to the very crescents Skelter! I'm on the verge of fortune, Mutated into the matrix spheres… Skelter! And breathe a dead matter of infinite years…
The Afflicted! Remember your name, Came-in-the-Circle, I'll tell you the secrets of invisible Darkness — He is your shadow and the soul, unimmortal She is the truth and your sparkness!
Everything in it is born and disappears, By flashes of light in the palms of God, Playing with forms of crystalline spheres Everything's changing, transforming in might — thoughts of the planets…
On the horizon, where the world froze in horror Will be a ghost, the Light of four asters And in groans of millions, of million souls For whom fear of God is ruthless disaster Your mind shall hear the names:
Astaroth! Beherit! Belial! Ashkheth!
And the eye of golden pyramids, Leading to throne the igneous tribe, Explored the nature and God's Wrath — They shall proclaim our Might!