1. LUCIFER'S RISING

When looking at the perfect countenance of the Angel of Edom,
I feel proud at my heart;
Today it becomes more and more clear,
And the human world closes up consciously

The released thought, so much abhorred,
Triumphs over the existing world
Rooting out from people's hearts the littering faith
In their being the good which they are not.

Lucifer's rising in the liberated minds,
Lucifer's rising in the blaze and glory.

The master despises those who scorn themselves,
He hates those who hate themselves,
He does not accept those who not accept themselves;
He sneers at people's weaknesses.

You are the key to your own enigma,
Do not let somebody make you blind,
Rising over the everyday life,
Carry the light to your brothers.


2. SEVEN LEGIONS

Seven legions arrived on Earth,
Born in pain by human females;
Each one apart on its own part of world
Studies hard human nature.

A blazing energy made by them
Brings them money, renown and fame;
The prosperity veils the sun and the sky
They can't see their purpose anymore.

I condemn the knights of the flaming gathering,
Curved by earthly miserable needs;
The knights that leave the sword and the trident
For the paltry remnants called life.

Lucifer is the way of the chosen,
You won't deceive Him;
Throw away your masks
And beg Him for forgiveness.

The Lucifer's light enlightens the élite,
Though the practical wisdom is the basis;
You won't experience power over humanity
If you won't learn how to listen.


3. LUCIFER'S MESSENGER

The eternal winter is my mother,
The thunderbolt in the dark skies is my father;
The wolves and beasts are my brothers,
And the nature unblemished by humanity is my home.

I am the Lucifer's messenger,
I keep His light in my heart;
I am the wanderer of galaxies,
I bring the truth and the freedom.

Fight for your freedom,
The spiritual and the existential one;
Rebel so as nobody could make you
Slaves of the imposed ideas.

There are hundreds, thousands, millions of us,
Under the banner of the legions;
The Lucifer's light will show the way,
And we will win in the blaze of glory.


4. THE SYNDROM OF RELIGION

The words of prophets, usurpatory priests,
Are betrayal - pervaded and bathed in blood;
The relicts of the primaeval gods are trampled down,
And the temples are raised on them.

All the religions, ideas, dogmas
Are intended to get the power, the money and the fame;
People's desires are blood - stained,
Turned into religion - thus forgiven.

I've freed myself from these vain "truths"
And I rose over the world;
Bathed in the Lucifer's light,
Purified, strenghtened, chosen.

The churches shall fall, the mosques will rise,
This disease won't never end;
Only the strong can enjoy freedom,
And those are still lacking in this blind world.