2. Supreme Immortal Art
Shivers herald an upcoming possession
The urges to create set us ablaze
Demonic art sacrificed to the night
A monument of malicious sonority
The most precious gift for the everlasting cycle
For the beginning and the end
For the comprehensive darkness
For master Satan and ourselves
Millions of insignificant existences
Exceeded by our tones supreme
Melodies older than mortality
Enormous as death itself
The chosen ones have command of the language
That needs neither mouth nor words
Our inmost soul transformed into notes
We are element as well as entirety
So what is paradise if not hell
"Высшее бессмертное искусство"
Дрожи, герольд верхних владений,
Заставляющий нас творить в огне.
Демоническое искусство приносит ночью жертву
Монументу злобной звучности.
Много драгоценного таланта для вечного цикла,
Для начала и конца,
Для обширной темноты,
Для хозяина Сатаны и нас самих.
Миллионы незначащих существований
Превышают наши высшие тона.
Старые мелодии, что смертность
Громадна как сама смерть,
Выбирающая одних, командующих речи,
Что ни хватает ни ртов ни слов.
Наша сокровенная душа превратилась в ноты.
Мы элементы хорошей цельности –
Что есть рай, если он не ад.
2. SUPREME IMMORTAL ART
Shivers Herald An Upcoming Possession
The Urges to Create Set US ABLAZE
Demonic Art Sacrificed to the Night
A Monument Of Malicious Sonority
The Most Precious Gift for the Everlasting Cycle
FOR THE BEGINNING AND THE END
For the Complensive Darkness
FOR MASTER SATAN AND OURSELVES
Millions of Insignificant Existences
Exceeded by Our Tones Supreme
Melodies Older Than Mortality
ENORMUS AS DEATH ITSELF
The Chosen Ons Have Command Of The Language
That Needs Neither Mouth Nor Words
Our Inmost Soul TRANSFORMED INTO NOTES
We Are Element AS Well As Entirety
SO What Is Paradise If Not Hell
"Higher Immortal Art"
Tremors, herwide top holds,
Forcing us to create on fire.
Demonic art brings the sacrifice at night
Monument of evil soundness.
A lot of precious talent for the eternal cycle,
To start and end,
For extensive darkness
For the owner of Satan and ourselves.
Millions of insignificant existence
Exceed our higher tones.
Old melodies that mortality
Huge as death itself
Choosing some commanders speech,
That there is no mouth nor words.
Our innermost soul has become notes.
We are elements of good integrity -
What is heaven, if he is not hell.
