[Musick: Zamoth/ Destructhor/ T. Akkerhaugen]
Esoteric knowledge about the last of things.
My sweet eschatological
Foundation for the renewal of the world,
immemorial sins, never redeemed.
Suppressed, oppressed, never redeem again.
The sulphur-kingdom, purgatory, hells damnation,
no man will be perditioned for all time.
Where is your millennium?
Where is your kingdom of a thousand years?
What you see is a world of hate, of pitiness,
never again to be set in state.
What you see is what you get.
Evolving chaos, death the inevitable force
Its your cult, your mission
Misery - a
Sympathy - a tool for fools
Death - the ultimate function
Mercy - a waste of grace
Every man is therefore
guilty of all the good he did.