| 歌曲 | Khabs Am Pekht |
| 歌手 | Ofermod |
| 专辑 | Mystérion tés Anomias |
| I direct and I behold... | |
| The golden light descends at Will | |
| Veil of restriction unfold... | |
| Holy, silent and still | |
| I am, thou art, in extension... | |
| Grant me the vision of thy chosen few | |
| the strenght of a Devourer | |
| Very god of very god born anew | |
| All-absorber, all-deflowerer | |
| nothing is in extension... | |
| And I beheld and I saw | |
| The selfless self dwelled within | |
| and struggled Mehûmâh | |
| Ever Seeking, ever searching | |
| through the deepest Mummu | |
| to descend in emanation | |
| through wombs of shining with radiance | |
| of their serpent, of their death | |
| and other seals, secrets to me yet unknown | |
| seals of splendour, seals of great mystery | |
| Still, a vain effort was the search | |
| for the primum mobile encountered | |
| the vast Têhom, not through effort | |
| but by will | |
| Be my prophet, O new-born | |
| that is the root of heavenly fire | |
| Illuminated, pure and anointed | |
| In all aspects like unto god... | |
| ...in extension... | |
| And Behold | |
| I saw Tiamtu, the watery deep | |
| yes, the ancient serpent of chaos | |
| in all it's horrid glory, raging relentlessly | |
| at the fire that had become the self | |
| being slain... and born again | |
| naught in extension... |
| I direct and I behold... | |
| The golden light descends at Will | |
| Veil of restriction unfold... | |
| Holy, silent and still | |
| I am, thou art, in extension... | |
| Grant me the vision of thy chosen few | |
| the strenght of a Devourer | |
| Very god of very god born anew | |
| Allabsorber, alldeflowerer | |
| nothing is in extension... | |
| And I beheld and I saw | |
| The selfless self dwelled within | |
| and struggled Meh m h | |
| Ever Seeking, ever searching | |
| through the deepest Mummu | |
| to descend in emanation | |
| through wombs of shining with radiance | |
| of their serpent, of their death | |
| and other seals, secrets to me yet unknown | |
| seals of splendour, seals of great mystery | |
| Still, a vain effort was the search | |
| for the primum mobile encountered | |
| the vast T hom, not through effort | |
| but by will | |
| Be my prophet, O newborn | |
| that is the root of heavenly fire | |
| Illuminated, pure and anointed | |
| In all aspects like unto god... | |
| ... in extension... | |
| And Behold | |
| I saw Tiamtu, the watery deep | |
| yes, the ancient serpent of chaos | |
| in all it' s horrid glory, raging relentlessly | |
| at the fire that had become the self | |
| being slain... and born again | |
| naught in extension... |