From this tower of pride i see no crosses, i see no stars i see not one of the weaks' godly lies but only the powers of mine the fury of the winds in the woods the malice of the breath of the night the silence of ruin and destruction the coldness of my infinite pride.
Inhuman demon of infernal pride not to be found in the books of lies born from the night of the world born from individualism and hate superiority is now in my shade when i face the diabolic storms emerging there with triumphant eyes i unfold my proud wings in black.
Crushing the ancient lies of the jews treading on the diseased of the desert disdaining all creeds of eternity there are no chains in my life for i am not a slave in despair for i aspire the nocturnal might the ruin and death of mankind and for now all the shades are mine.