Negative Incarnate

I carry in the depths of my daimonic soul

Thy essence as a plague for the cosmic disgrace

Life is - nothing else but a dry cosmic shell

Surrounded by the seas of primordial chaos

From behind the nervous curtains

Of my trembling cosmic prison,

The dark gods are firmly waiting

Filled with hatred for the cosmos;

Outside the frame of creation,

Lies the darkest of all secrets,

The magick of the queen dragon

Awaits for us to crush the gates!

I carry on the depths of my daimonic soul

Thy essence as a plague for the redundant farce

Life is - nothing else but a dry cosmic shell

Surrounded by the seas of primeval darkness

I am the pale figure hidden in a black cloack

Wandering the deserts to summon up evil!

I bring the secret holes,

To this disgraceful realm,

By which a thousand years of blood

And strain escape!