| Reloaded powers of chaos in darkest glory lets them |
| Chant until their sound reaches the end of nothingness |
| Winds carry their spiritual vibrancy |
| Bow down — cloth the world in perpetual effulgence of cimonar |
| Hail silence — Hail reign of night |
| Hail Chaos — Hail Blasphemy |
| Ave occult spirit — nocturnal divinity |
| Extol the crown of silver filigree filaments, spun by ritualistic deeds |
| Sojourn within this nightly benison, dismantle the resurrection of dawns demiurg |
| In darkest glory discharge the entangled thoughts into nothingness |
| The last verse resounds shy to apocalyptic storm |
| Shadows disappear into the night as rain covers up the tracks of their paths |