Negative Incarnate (Glorior Belli)

I carry in the depths of my daimonic soul Thy essence as a plague for the cosmic disgrace Life is - nothing else but a dry cosmic shell Surrounded by the seas of primordial chaos From behind the nervous curtains Of my trembling cosmic prison, The dark gods are firmly waiting Filled with hatred for the cosmos; Outside the frame of creation, Lies the darkest of all secrets, The magick of the queen dragon Awaits for us to crush the gates! I carry on the depths of my daimonic soul Thy essence as a plague for the redundant farce Life is - nothing else but a dry cosmic shell Surrounded by the seas of primeval darkness I am the pale figure hidden in a black cloack Wandering the deserts to summon up evil! I bring the secret holes, To this disgraceful realm, By which a thousand years of blood And strain escape!