Woorden: Deinonychus. The Final Affliction Of Xafan.

A hurricane approaching fantastic and
devastating
In the horizon the ultimate thunder
proclaiming it's reign
Continual flashes perpetual ligthnings
The arrival of the grandsin, revealed in
cloudbursts
The satanic power unmasking the lies of the
world
Instauring the kingdom of darkness, the truth
of paina?¦

Amazing gift, lord satan!
In the eye of the typhoon, thunder is
unleashing
Diabolical rituals of destruction and dark
pleasures
A living nightmare with with a tenebrous
nature
Billions of bloody drops falling upon the
crushed buildings
Under the gothic ruins, the cadavers of
innocents

Sculptures of angels crumbling from the
religious monuments
Menacing gargoyles remain upon the cursed
cathedrals
These worrying presences applauding the razor
winds
In romanesque churches, hundreds of believers
praying
For the dissapearance, without succes, of this
nocturnal evi

Because the tunnel vaults are burying their
desperate plans

Beyond all the basilicas, campaniles, churches
and cathedrals
Dominating the flamboyant, the romanesque, and
the perpendicular
Announcing the coming of another blackened era
Sustained by the ancient power of Goetia
Penetrating the sacred ornament, and the
desecrated churches
It's the ultimate force of the blasphemous
prince of evil

And i am the prince des tenebres, illuminated
by the power of Xafan!

I am the Vortex
I am the Beast
I am the Disease
I am the bloody Axe
I am the sadistic Sex
I am the dark Abyss
I am the Fear
I am the occult Hexa?¦

And now you are mine...