Dressed in black with a pale expression, I attack the world with
extreme satisfaction, I am the master, never more to be
enslaved, Broken free from the chains that restrained my needs,

There is time, but no time to waste, There are rules, but they
seem to fade, I am the master of my own salvation, A black cloud
of obscure creation, This new foundation, a new generation,

Bottled up on misanthropic hate, A revolution, a new
constitution, From real hatred, rather than blind fate, This new
foundation, a new generation, Bottled up on misanthropic hate,

Rebels in the face of conformity, Founders of the black new age,
This is my life - This your hell - This is my exhibition - And
it makes me well - What you can't stomach, you no longer can

stop, You must eat your hatred or choke it up. All things must
be broken down, Burned to ashes, bombed to the ground, A process
og purification, where old mistakes are cremated, No carrier of

infection will survive, No corrupted thoughts shall sound, The
new empire has found its ground.