Texty:
Samael Ceremony Of Opposites

I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night I've lost hope of loving a day of life The shades of night belong to me I am at one with hell Dead inside,

Oh purificator fire, that burns in me Rekindle my courage, gife me your force Blow, northerly wind, come, wind of death Storms, hurricanes, be at my side

Pleasure in pain Disire of mortification To achieve the extreme To know the ultimate To be a slave for a moment The body offered up to cruelty To the

Hideous louse! The face deformed by horror, By the fear of life's duties, By the anguish of the unknown - Born in blood and tears - You'll bleed and

The top becomes the bottom The fantasy becomes reality The conceptions change The landmarks dissolve And all becomes intermingled To flirt with the

Překlad: Samael. Slavnostní protikladů.