escendants of Satan art we...
worthy of being hated by God.
The order of chaos hast taken control, enchanting the wisdom of man.
Blossoming seeds of a dark intellect, by the hands of God untouched.
Heretic outcasts of Heaven ravaging the mortal realm for centuries of darkness to come.
Like wolves among sheep in christian herds upon tender souls shalt feast,
praising the art of gluttony. Fullmoon light reflecting cruelty morbid,
a ruthless hangmans grunt to pathetic pleads. Black roses flourishing in beads of
melting snow, telling tales of purity lost from which they grow.
Greatness beyond measurement swaddled in eternal darkness overpowering
heavenly forces in desperate struggle for light.
I descended from the beast, a heritage divine. Forever faithful... I worship.
Prince of darkness, origin of all, in awe I kneel before thee.
As cold as the silence embracing this world in the hour of power exposed.
Frozen stars that enlightens minions that art bound to him... the one who bless the night.
Genesis torn to unholy fragments scattered in darkness opaque.
Before the fading image of a fallen regent divine, diabolical mayhem mystique.
May death take away those unwilling to fight for the ancestor's kingdom of might.
May the nights unholy spirits arise... Breeds out of Hell in nocturnal disguise.
Written gospels profane for pagan souls to preach, fading celestial lies.
Disintegrated remains of beauty abhor...an angel's face with the Devil's eyes.
We bleed for thee...



3. In Majorem Sathanas Gloriam

I lay my life in thy hands, knowing well I shalt not be reborn.
My souls eternal rest so far from Heaven, in desgrace...forlorn.
My eyes art blinded by the darkness that I see.
My cries for light, that echoes through the netherworld, unheard by...thee.
I am forever doomed, falling from the grace of God.
Forever patient in thy search for lost souls once kept within the
minds of earthborn men. Witnessed by none but a moon shining bright,
as thou let thy blackened shadow cast down upon the
scattered remains of sacred creations...
with the mercy of hungry wolves in search of prey.
Look down upon this humble flesh, thou greatest of all, as I sacrifice my life.
Memories from another time... memories from another life,
eating my mind, stealing the light. For I have gazed into thy eyes in my dreams,
from visions of thy empire as night I have seen my flesh decay.
Misty holograms of evil acts, wherein dark raven eyes
art watching over deeds of heinousity, is all I see.
Once loved, now forsaken by the lord I served,
left to the mercy of untamed beasts of the night.
I see my past and future dressed in black,
as thou art what hast been and eternally shalt be.
I lay upon thy altar of darkness... embraced by the deamons of the night.
I feel the cold touch of death... I see my flesh decay.



4. Hominis Nocturna

What art these creatures, who walks the night, with eyes that glows in the dark.
Who wanders the shadowside with hellish hunger in their eyes...
whos soulless figures which Stella Mala calls upon.
Children of the pagan serpent, who once infested the sacred garden.
Carriers of the shadow which mortal men call death.
Born and raised in Hell... to haunt mankind as ghosts.
O mysterious stars in the godforsaken sky.
Take the shape of the unholy symbol.
Gaze into the frightened eyes of God's created man.
O wicked star, cast thy light upon this world.
Summon for mortal eyes to see... the nightborn child.
"A black castle of drearyness shalt rise as the light of Stella Mala
strikes the earth to greet the dark lord and his chatelaine."
Pallid faces in the sky completes the heretic circle,
wherein the symbol of sin releases the light,
made out of the essence of darkness. Creations art born of nightly terror,
whos purpose was determined centuries before Eve listened to their masters call.
"To haunt mankind...as ghosts"
O great sire of blackened damnation,
grant these night created beings the powers only thou possess.
Watch over these godforsaken children of chaos,
as they leave the circle in search for prey.
Under thy imperious glance they shalt kill at night... in thy name.
For thou art their lord... thou art their father.



5. The Night Of Shooting Stars

Kill the priest...
Hold the black banner high in this final eclipse.
Behold the sights of wonder, the master hast blown the horn of sickened souls.
A thousand unholy spiris rises in sacreligious sites,
to view the last wonder before the darkness is complete.
A million stars on fire, illuminating the universe in demonic light.
Burning meteors shalt strike the earth... every cross shalt burn.
A worldwide riot by the city gates, a fleeing herde of sheep in panic
by the sight of what becomes their fate.
Insanity wilt infest the minds of profetic voices from mankind.
Those who shalt forsee the coming of God's anicent enemy.
Kill the exorcist...
Raging demons of all kinds shalt tear asunder work of God.
Evil minded, dark angels shalt feast upon mankind.
Behold the pentagram visualized in the sky,
Christian souls thou art forever doomed.
All the angels that hast fallen from Heaven...
In darkness complete to seek the new path.
I king Chaos shalt now reveal the face of wrath,
in this hour of blooming madness.
This is the end of the world...
this is the night of shooting stars.



6. In The Eye Of The Storm

Mortal fear scatter among the crowd as the day of judgement is at hand,
in horrified awe they stand as sentenced before the master.
The black book of death is being displayed, wherein everything is written,
which mankind is to be judged by.
Darkness hast fallen upon sacred soil, the night hast come,
creatures howl to greet the bloodred moon.
In the eye of the storm...
misanthropic mayhem hast seized the night. Winds art carrying voices
from the great beyond.
"I have listened to the wolf's cry at night, gazed into the devil's eyes.
Been seducted by the whispering of the wind...
I behold the frozen lights of falling stars when the chaos is complete and all is lost..."
The cold fullmoon has crept upon the naked sky, a dying sun hast passed away.
Ominous silence hast cast its shadow upon the sanctity of souls.
A firestorm from Hell is aiming for its prey.
The shadow of the dark lord rests upon the promised land.
Listen to the screams from sacred souls... behold the arrival of the beast.
A ravaging storm of infernal blight... the exposure of Satan's might.
The shadow of the dark lord rests upon the promised land,
when the rampage is complete... and all is lost.
Infernal darkness is all that is left behind. Annihilated art mankind.
The prince of darkness hast awakened from eternal sleep... hear the angels weep.



7. Falne Krigere

Natt-sorte ravner rider stormene over dommedags juv.
Vokter dodsrikes svale skjonnhet...
Og de falne krigere, som engang stridet paa denne jord...
for all tid glemt...