The power of being immortal and outcome humanity. Is what they are unable to comprehend, so give them misery. For that it should be the sole task of all elite forces, to punish with sole judgement all those who have interfered with their cause. The only law is the law of self obliteration. Thou who shall obstruct shall face... the ultimate vengeance. None shall escape the wrath, when betrayal is identified. We are all undead, in our very own way.

Powerful, inhuman figures, Guarding the "tomb of the undead". Lustful, abnormal images, that captivate the reflection of death. We are unable to separate the dead from the living. The only reason is the essence of conceiving. It is all a false depiction of existing Thou art only here to suffer as a misfit.

Superiority barely graced, Inferiority commonly placed. An advantageous situation only to some, Talked about often but used by none. So you think it was so simple? Summoning levels of higher evil? Attacking your so called foes with a weak ego? And when all else failed and my scythe has been drawn. Only then you will understand that I am THE ONE. Only then you will find out that your time has come. To pay what has to be paid. To give what you have to give. To appreciate what you have been given. And to fulfill what has to be done. You imbecile, you worthless scum You think you are something but thou art none.

He is the wicked man of shaven head The personification of evil Never again will appear a man like him He is proud of himself His diciples contemplate him I'm the master therion 666 - The great beast The Iniquous. The satanist Listen to me singing my satanic hymns With my Ordo Templi Orients The imperfect men searching for the perfect evil "Do what thou wilt. It shall be the whole of the law" A toad croaks crucified at my altar A woman writhes chained on my lord's table I sodomise women and animals in my ceremonies My tortures and sacrifices are to glorify the evil An animal sacrifice is good But a human sacrifice is best Sacrifices, degradation, obscenity, Wicknedess, deification, rituals, drugs I'm the devil!! Pervesity, mockery, sex, debauchery Evocations, sorcery, spells I'm perpetual I'm Aleister Crowley & Ordo Templi Orientis Evil by evil. My ceremonies can never stop Evil by evil. The great beast prepares to attack I ask to my scarlet woman: "quid velis?" She tears to pieces her vest and says: "Ad sacrificium, offerre corpus meum" After she lies bare on lord's table. I rise the dagger!! She writhes, groans and yells My diciplines caper to the table and shout: "Laus Satani!!" The Deification "Ad gloriam. Ad majorem Luciferian gloriam" Oh Angel of light. Lucifer. Star of the morning of intelligence Venus. O Thou fallen from heaven I, the sinistrous man, Aleister Crowley Violated the whole athical code And blibical priciple Known by man in thy honor I salute thee - o Lucifer This sacrifice and these words Thou protected my impure soul From the light of goodness I can hear the funeral chant of my burial. A Black Mass. My disciples chanting my satanic hymns for making Hail god Lucifer!! Bring me the evil light!! Total injuri, total disgust I could be in the material world But I'm fine here. I'm among friends. The evil spirits Put satanakia, Tarchimache, Fleurity, Agalteraps, Sargathanas, Nesbiros, Syrach I'm the devil Bechard, Frimost, Klepoth, Khil Merifild, Claunech, Musifin I'm the perpectual I'm Aleister Crowley & Ordo Templi Orientis Evil by evil. The right man in the right place Evil by evil. I hope you follow my advices I follow the left hand path I perform my rituals in Hell I dominate the black arts I hold the key of mysteries I'm going to return to this world With my Horned God and his angels Lucifer!!

Hoemannen draven dorstig voort door 't groene loof Tot met de tanden bewapend in 't oog voor roof Goud is alles wat ons voerder Walrick bemind Jaren van teistering Gekropen over 't vennenland De vrede van 't volk Werd samen met de oogst verbrand Heribertha Rovers dochter Stralend als ochtendgloren Parel van de diepste zee Met een vloek was zij geboren Ziekte sleepte haar toekomst mee Zij sliep met de dood Haar vader viel troosteloos Dat de druide hem had geboden Of hij het rechte pad verkoos Haren, zijde zacht, snoerden de Arm van de woudreus De schone Heribertha genas dankzij Walrick's nobele keus De top van de eik toonde 's nachts een lichtende troon Daar komen Hoemannen belust met wraak, vol haat, kwaad en toorn