1. Extreme Unction

The churches may decide what will happen to man in the other world
In this world, we the Black Metal order shall decide for our people

Mentally deficient, full of bluntness say:
"Blessed are the poor in spirit..."

Wouldn't it be nice,
If they all went to their paradise
The one proclaimed by the fucking Christian Church
Into their paradise we'll find ugly and mentally flat women

For over half a million years God was sitting
Watching men plucking one another's eye
And only then had the brilliant idea
Of sending his bastard son, fucking Jesus Christ
But now the Devil prevails
This thing is balderdash

We shall let the church to "rot as a gangrened hand"
And slay upon their altars the idiots and the old scandal mongers
The healthiest part of the
Youth shall be with us

The plower with his scythe shall ripe the new harvest rightly
Burned, mutilated, millions of our ancestors
Under Christian psalms of love
We shall avenge... we thirst for blood!

The churches may decide what will happen to man in the other world
In this world, we the Black Metal order shall decide for our people

2. Blessing Of Sin

The God's return incarnated in the new man
With sight that knows to despise and to love
With flaming sword that destroy and creates
A form serene and severe

Let us place our lives under eternity
To transform them into a life divine and everlasting
Be it so that death meets us young and beauteous
Let him come at dawn when our burning sight
Will meet the rising sun

Brothers, the clouds of the storm draw near
The earth takes a leaden form
Black eagles rip the flesh of the rain state
An uprising erupts, the lament travels over
Soon the wolves will invade

Baptize your sword under the light of your thoughts
Unite your will the coming whirlwind
A new dawn will rise over the ruins
With blood shall be built the new state

Above every moral consciousness, above all values
Savage, destroyers and creators
We don't know of forgiveness or repent
We, the great despisers of landation

Morality is the great infection of mankind
Paganism means return to the innocence
The triumph of will of one primal fierce violence
With deeds that will strike terror

3. For The New Man

A metaphysic idealism
Is the creation of a new man
A new form of civilization
Aiming at the achievement of physical
And artistic excellence

With courage and boldness
We will overcome the past
We will evolve a new civilization
Where man shall be a wholeness

Willing to move to acts of total destruction
Even to mass murder
For "creative destruction"
We aspire to refine the true essence of the natural, and a human being

March of victory...
... The boldness sunray!
Fire in the battle...
... The rite of crimson dawn!
Inexpugnable the flame...
... The eons blaze!
The sun in the darkness...
... A fountain of light!!!

4. Arrival Of The Caesar

As the Caesar arrives
The prestige of authority, of duty, of honor
... And the end of rottenness, returns

With their armies they give the battle
For the domination of mother earth
The society of power gives way to rotten

The man assaults
Pure and irresistible,
The strongest win and what is left over is their spoils

They take in their hand the control of the world
The kingdom of books belongs to them
The rottenness is being erased from the memory

Through the chaos of time comes a second religion
A nostalgic return in the old symbols of faith
The masses are armed
In a situation of a fatalistic satisfaction
They bury their souls and their effort in the ground
From where they and their culture emerge

And in these settings of culture and civilization comes death
Which man created

5. Blast Furnance

Our way is long, rough and painful
The prime mover is our love for our blood
For our land and our civilization
Our hatred is abyssic, endlessly furious
For what harmed and continues to harm the three
Sons of our existence

We are prepared to be ruthless
Towards every center of pollution
All that is sick needs to be vanished
The new society seeks for the blast furnace

The blast furnace is us!!!

Blast furnace
Scalding storm
Blast furnace
The new policy

We obey to a higher rhythm
Having a mighty pact with blood
Listening to the soul of the blood in our soul
We dream the most tough and great dreams

Ancestor worship is superior to any religion
It provides the essential emotion of soul and mind
Through the existences of the past for action and creation

6. The Day Is Breaking

The chosen blossoms of the European land
The chosen creators who our civilization "expects"

Dreaming of the society of the strong warriors, philosophers and poets
Chosen of the land and blood
Innocent and merry creators
Aesthetic children of the sun
Who glory the Apollonian cosmic harmony

We reveal again the primitive myth
Regenerating the new poetic moment of our times

Guardians of a mystic, lost, forbidden knowledge
Fighting for the heathen Europe
We want to rewrite her history
To reveal the luminous truth
As heralds of the new storm
The last loyal

We dived in the mucky sources of the myth
And pumped the mystic speech of Pythia
Red is covering the poetic dimension of our lives

What is today praised,
Must be destroyed tomorrow
What is today hated
Must be worshipped tomorrow

7. The Last Loyal

It is not possible, the forces of deceit, to dominate our land
"Spirit once was God, then became man, and today became beast"

We are the last loyal
We are not bent by the great life
We did not deny our ancestors
And the pride of our civilization

Cursed and ghost of history, exiled...
Deniers of the false dream
Fugitives of virtual reality

By characters, suspicious and disclaimers
Ready to die for the new man who will come...
We shall smash their dreams to a thousand pieces
And through the ruins, shall rise a great world
We will be the seeds

The last loyal

Our soul is adolescent, deeply filled with loyalty and ideal
Possessed b an irrational grit that obeys nothing

We, the last, who shall be in the future first
The last witness of a world that rises
All of us, the victors of the great battle which comes

We shall then continue the war between us
For in this world, he who wants to live... must fight!!!

8. Land Of Dreams

I draft the meaning of the word of life and history
I am the son of mother wisdom
The essence of the secrets of the mind
That mutined the folks out of oblivion
To give meaning to their ideals
And knowledge on the years of their ancestors

I am the description of history
The philosophy of existence
Throughout the word of the Heliad to the frozen Wotan
And from Edda to Zarathustra

I unite the Gods with you
I possess the secrets of religiousness
And still your fears and your vanities
I am He who crushes the truth of simple life
To instruct your Godhood and Heroism

From the sanctuaries of the forests and the temples
To the secrets of the cliffs and the birds
Resist to the lie that bolts to the woods
Envy the seed of the divine that we hide inside us

My body is myriads of black and scarlet banners
And endless runes and symbols of the land of Europa
That stole the fire from the moon
And gave it to thousands of children
As they saluted through their shadows

9. Last Man Against Tim

Man above time,
Identified with the present sun
Throwing relentlessly – the light on us
From all the dawns – of the past
Throwing a shine in the increasing darkness of our times

Brahma, Visnon, Siva
Existence, preserver, the destroyer
The last important man
Stigmatized by the signs of the opposite elements

The lightning and the sun, Kalki the avenger

Crush all the enemies of the divine purpose
The stigmatized ones with the stamp of declined times

At his right, the last loyal
The iron man, the avenger
The defeated warriors against time

Powers of solution
Powers of life
In the field of the cosmic battle
The one without beginning

The bridge leads to Zarathustra
Through the flames of the final end
In the sunshine of the new age
In the road which he traced, who wasn't his
In order to prepare it for him