Praise and glory to you, O mighty Lord of Negation From the skies above full of your supreme glory To the depths of hell where you sit Your kingdom of sickness and death come Your will be done here and everywhere Like God among woodlice Spread your supremacy Over the mass of perdition Enlighten the path obstructed with sleepwalkers And protect the faithful from human silliness Make the Earth tremble and tear Apart the skies Turn the deceptions of this world into bliss At your side Erase nostalgia from our hearts We accept your precious gift of darkness Come with your fire of destruction Your left hand commanding legions of demons Reduce this putrid world to ashes We no longer want such beings Detached from all cultures We are fed up with the world of ephemeral Delusions without value Come with the Reaper on your right hand Have no mercy upon infidels in agony Those whose moistened look is begging To spare them We rejoice of this apocalyptic vision Of lifeless bodies littering the ground like waste Save the faithful from annihilation Grant us your grace For it is your blood, the blood of discord Which flows within our veins And it is your name we speak in tongues Let us breathe your unholy breath Give us power to kill shamelessly To purify the universe of vermin Now and for ever, so made (may?) it be!