Luyện nghe bài hát Tenebrarum Oratorium (andamento I / Erudit Compendyum)

The horns of Baphomet
are indeed our occult proudly up in the air!
The light of Lucipher
is our noble passion, most and rare!

Oh! Faustian of conquest
May be thy allied in this battle
the Arauts of Desrespect
Those who step with muddy
the sapient of our cradle.

To our strengthening I confess:

I worship thee, for are my weapons to hurt god.

Oh! Great of Beelzebuth
Will you honour me and lay the
of a son of Caym, in the soft of Manitou
Where I'll sleep under this Sky of Anxiety.

For the of Knowledge has a Southern Sign
Delfos will once desveil its light
And those with eyes will drink this precious
But for the blind, shall be the only sight!

To our I will re-affirm:

I thee. They are my Shield.
And their I shall reveal.

"Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"

And this blend of esoteric sapience
This sensual Mediterranic
be the only and holy science
And these lines dream and prophecy!

"Ecce Homo!" - Those you'll call the
Who will this pitiful hole of common
sense of disrespect for the occult devise
Those who from, the lambs, feel
the spears of Intelligence!

I thee. "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"
I thee. "Consummatum est!"