Unity of black souls, 
Speech from talent 
Shell the shadow slower, 
Returns the avatar 
Prepared for a long time, 
Since the sinking began 
The God hates the religion, 
Satan hates the God 
The meanings are going fast 
As the time is passing by 
No one can see the story 
The source of knowledge is hidden. 
Meditation on ecstasy 
I worship the knowledge, 
(behind) the digital goat masque 
All are a part of the path which is 
Shifting from life 
To join the digital Goat 
Forgotten aristocratics 
Reborn by the black bible 
Standing for the supreme joy 
Of ecstatic ocean of the goat 
Its not by the chosen blood, 
Its not by the religion 
It comes, it seeds inside, 
It comes from deep inside 
The haunting black spells, 
Of them once become heard 
The eternal joy and pleasure 
Will be their final fair 
Recreation comes true, 
As the battle had been done 
And when the orgasm is over 
There is nothing, nothing left 
Only the pure empty space, 
Silence of all sounds 
Surrounded by a dark industry 
A forgotten sound factory