Abigor – Supreme Immortal Art

Shivers herald an upcoming possesion

The urges to create set us ablaze

Demonic art sacrificed to the night

A monument of malicious sonority

The most precions gift

For the everlasting cycle

For the beginning and the end

For the comprehensive darkness

For master Satan and ourselves

Millions of unsignificant existences

Exceeded by our tones supreme

Melodies older than mortality

Enormous as death itself

The chosen ones have command of the language

That needs neither mouth nor words

Our minost soul transformed into notes

We are element as well as entirety

So what is paradise if not hell