To be the God - to be the Man,
to be the power - not to be a slave
To be the Fire - to be the Hell,
to be the Ice - not to be the wave
To be the Chaos - to be the Blackness,
to be the Moon - not to be the Sun
To be the Night - to be the Darkness,
to be the Blood - not to be the Fear

The hands of Chaos, the heavens burning
I spirit on it my last sacrifice
The dark vails hide our faces,
in bloody dreams I hear the breath of woods
To be the Dusk, to be the Dawn,
to be the Free, to be the Spawn
High grass stretches its to the Moon,
it's burried in the grass among the deep forest
The crack of trees is like the harmony of nature
that makes me listen to the silence
I hear the silence, I see the night,
my hands are cold like the breath of winter
The blood doesn't run through these veins, it left my body
The wounds don't disturb and pain is gone
The darkness is eternal!
And life of the master of blackness is immortal!
The hands of Chaos on the burned heaven ashes
In my immortality has been born

To be the Thunder - to be the Eminence,
to be Silence - to be the Grave,
to be the Sword - to be the War,
to be the peace - to be the shit
To be the hird - to be the sky,
to be the cloud - to be immortal,
to be the God - to be the Man,
to be the Power - to be the God,
to be the Chaos