Man and his faithful ethics
  Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth
  Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim
  The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate
  
  As instruments of torture
  And leaving no room for sympathy
  We bring forth the monstrous birth
  To the worlds light
  
  As all great art is made from suffering
  So are we
  Good in nature, but evil by our own free will
  Incestuously created by the will to kill
  
  Time is here to walk the final abyss march
  Bound to the force of the last holocaust
  Pour free the gifts of grace
  And slaughter the entire human race
  
  Not permitted to redemption
  When pain rises high in purgatory
  A reality so convincingly justified
  Feeding from Death Cult?s gown
  
  We bring forth monstrous birth
  To the worlds light