Thanatolatria

Sacred carved stones in yout land you will bow down before them
Evoke the ancient power as from the simulacrum
Spreading existence throughtout the land of the dead
Professing the sign of your theocracy

Necromancer, you shall die
You choose the dead gods instead of my seed of life
Unhallowed, thy blood shall be upon thee
Thy breed is cursed wounded of death!

(E a luz perpétua os ilumine)
Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit
Diving in the chasm - the orphic mystery
For I am the sorcerer, the God of Omen
Your flesh will be a blend of...

Corpse on corpse upon the wreckage, shrines ravaged by the wrath divine
Lay waste to your ground it will become a desert land for all time

Worshiper, you shall die
I am the death God, you choose my way of life
Beloved, thy blood shall be upon thee
Thy breed is cursed with this essence of mine

(E a luz perpétua os ilumine)
Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit
Diving in the chasm - the orphic mystery
For I am the sorcerer, the God of Omen
I give you to you the chance to choose my cross

(Descansem em paz)
"The idols of the nations are silver and gold, made by the hands of man
They have mouths, but cannot speak, eyes, but they cannot see.
They have ears, but cannot hear, nor is there breath in their mouths
Those who make them will be like them, and so you all who trust in them."

(E a luz perpétua os ilumine)
Monotony of falling into a bottomless pit
Diving in the chasm - the orphic mystery
For I am the sorcerer, the God of Omen
The flesh is a blend of tears from hate and fire from madness
(Descansem em paz. Amém)