Rhepera is in her hiding, and the church bells are silent now
The inner starvation has bred an emotionless madness,
Breeding desires so dark in these abodes of awful forms

I am becoming - incarnated,
The breath of complete pervertion!

Soil is spread upon the ground, her sleep disturbed
And their sorrow shall turn into horror in the morning
But the moon rests in darkness now
For how could it shine in the light of the black sun?

The lights are all exploding at their presence
For there are many here, many here
Yet there is light: tombstones radiate a glare unearthly
A strange glow, growing stronger at each movement

The metamorphosis of an angel turning into a beast
Is progressing in this unholy marriage of life and death
I wear this lower crown, at the throne of shells
For death is my bride
In these abodes of awful forms