The Swirling Columns of Staleness Lyrics

Because of divine misfortune sweeps you.
Everlasting laughs at the angels banquet.

Wretched believer, serve the master
Who dance on the Taygetus of humanity.

Now look my son, I can see the shudder of his spirit.
He doesn't know the water of Jordan River!

Noble ante for transcendental experiments,
a stone cross upon your mortal nature.

Turned by fate into a vile circus ?
Await for hecatomb, the owl of the Saviour.

For your sufferings you'll be saved,
for your blood the'll daze you.

...March, triumphant with your coffin,
putrid mirror of your prone essence ...
Possess the headless creatures of emptiness ...
Fire of holy death be thy saviour.
"So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life"
The glory of this present time are not worthy
to be compared with the sufferings which shall be revealed in us