Praise the Lord of Negation - Near Death Condition

Praise and glory to you, O mighty Lord of Negation

From the skies above full of your supreme glory

To the depths of hell where you sit

Your kingdom of sickness and death come

Your will be done here and everywhere

Like God among woodlice

Spread your supremacy

Over the mass of perdition

Enlighten the path obstructed with sleepwalkers

And protect the faithful from human silliness

Make the Earth tremble and tear

Apart the skies

Turn the deceptions of this world into bliss

At your side

Erase nostalgia from our hearts

We accept your precious gift of darkness

Come with your fire of destruction

Your left hand commanding legions of demons

Reduce this putrid world to ashes

We no longer want such beings

Detached from all cultures

We are fed up with the world of ephemeral

Delusions without value

Come with the Reaper on your right hand

Have no mercy upon infidels in agony

Those whose moistened look is begging

To spare them

We rejoice of this apocalyptic vision

Of lifeless bodies littering the ground like waste

Save the faithful from annihilation

Grant us your grace

For it is your blood, the blood of discord

Which flows within our veins

And it is your name we speak in tongues

Let us breathe your unholy breath

Give us power to kill shamelessly

To purify the universe of vermin

Now and for ever, so made (may?) it be!