Supreme Sunrise

Above the skies
 Above the Stench of rotting Flesh
 Supreme Sunrise
 Thy Martyr's very certain Death
 Wisdom, Discipline
 And Pride of Elders
 The Horns of the primal Sin
 Pierce the corrupted Bliss
 "What is good?
 Whatever augments the feeling of Power
 What is evil?
 Whatever springs from weakness"
 Oh, rising Sun!
 We step towards the Halls of Fame
 The chosen Ones
 The ones who shed the Light again
 Enlighted Skies
 Foretell the Era of the Man.
 To conquer and to renovate
 My legions come,
 Contemplate
 "He who fights monsters, should look to it
 That he himself does not become a Monster
 For if you gaze for too long into an Abyss
 The Abyss gazes back into you!
 It's a painful and tragic Spectacle
 That rises before me
 I have drawn back the Curtain
 From the Rottenness of Man"