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

All great art is made from suffering 
And 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