[Poem translation]
Spring colour my world
and its soulless body with this hate for life of death
From the dying
snow
I feel the dripping water reborn my breath
The first flight of the butterfly
reminds me about my hate for life
Stronger
death is than love
for that your destiny is my knife
Oak, popular, pine and birch,
alder hear my immortality demand
leafy
white bearded woods
Hungry I am for his majestic king of the hillsides has
Grown green again
Under this rock, under that
cliff
The sparkling frozen burnt
Mandrake rise now 'cause the beheaded sing
The heartbeat of the fungus and the
anemony
Will be liquitated
Earthworms chill in the lichen foggy ground and the
Insects breathe, evil sprout
This is the
nightfall of the wolf
Howling blasphemes in the
Night just like in the past
I am Megalomania the Diabolic,
a stormruler of
the southern borns
And I command generation of legions
in my ultimate magnificence
I do have no tears, I do have no funcken
fear
On this battle my princess I will be your berseck
Undress my bride and let us feed upon lust
My precious whore I'm
delighted by your pain
Oh beloved, trust you must never do
Your scream is heard but nothing they can do
Lie upon this
mossgrown altar
and the dewdrops wet will feel your heat
Be my Bathori, my Nosferatu, my black evil witch
My delighted
disciple
In your arms I will love
In your arms I will hate
Daughter, this sacrifice is for you
A black shape of
Satan
watches our darkened desires, join him
As a bat on the black sky
the shadow of Evil spreads over this world
Sun
won't set you free
Heading for the dark
Detta er upprum vonsku
"Pi engar si grona, under himlen si mork
Ute I det skona,
vid nyvakinad bjork
Virnattens sista timma, for med sig ditt namn
Pi detta felt av dimma, forenas vi I gronskans famn
Endast mine
och stjernor, mitt onda beger vet
Sisom eldens vilda ternor, k+rleken falsk gor dig het
Mitt viroffer du er, blodet frin ditt
vita skote
Din sjel slits iser, doden dig har kommit til motes"
[Translation:]
On a meadows so green, under the dark
sky
Out in the beautiful, by newly awakened birch
The last hour of the springnight, carries your name
On this field of mist, we
unite in the embrace of the green
Only the moon and the stars my evil desire knows
Like the wild brides of fire, false love makes
you warm
You are my sacrifice to spring, the blood from your wet c**t
Your soul tars apart, death has come for you