- Striving for Command
A stench that purifies the soul
Emanates from the abyss
A piercing gaze from the netherworld
I kneel and it burns my soul
Never shall it be controlled
Nor given a direction
When the gates stand open
The dark splendour is perfection
Struggling
In the captivity of an inferior level
Striving for command
To dissolve a microcosm
In ancient monuments
In the reflections of a spiritual past
I see the dying hope of man
Slain in yahweh's loving hands
To escape the light's curse
Is to withdraw from pleasures of this world
The self-inflicted redemption
Obtained through chaos mediation
In my mind
I reach for eternity
And in my soul
I dwell among the stars
Letras
- Altars of our Black Cult
Apotheosis
Burning Insemination
Chaos Salvation
Condemned for the Lust of Life
Falling Through a Deceased Eternity
Forever The Pale Flame Burns
From Beyond The Chains
Moonlight Soul Arise
On Wings of Steel
Raging Heat of the New Dawn
Storm of Will
Striving for Command
Temples Of Deformed Light
The Chosen Stone
The Eternal Return
The Gates Stand Shut
