I feel everything as a medium for satisfaction Of my decaying and strongly stinking desires Bestiality I feel as the strongest power It will not be appearsed ever, it is growing still And it is leading me to the unknown shores Of beating and dripping wet extasis... Rushes of extraintensive waves want to tear me Off from the slushing embrance of the entrails ...and they are rotting STILL... FLOWERS OF APOCRYPTHUM Eagerly I tremble in extraterrestrial visions And open the doors of more and more Repulsive chambers In the nightfall magnificent flowers Come into flower From the fertile psychodung of my entity ...and the superlative monsters Of this sphere I have Already brought under my domination and razed The lair they crawled out to the ground!!! Destroyed by immense power of all exceeding will ...however not efficiently The world of APOCRYPTHUM has opened For my eyes and I have sat on throne...