It is engraved on our flesh, the almighty sign of evil. The symbol of extreme beliefs, the seal of perversion. We need the weak human race to give them pain and death. All that is called a sin have always been within ourselves. Decadence and sadism will be our fate but yours too. We're the sick bastards of Satan, the guardian of this knowledge. He showed us everything from lust to cruelty. It is a real orgasm when we torture people. Death is always a delight, we're addicted to your agony. Vomiting on your cross and all other humanist emblems, kneel down before the satanic wrath, suffer in this world and beyond. Call your pagan or holy deities to amuse ourselves before the carnage. Our sign is the pentagram, the mark of the superior race ; we don't choose victims because of their skin for we will burn it anyway... Hatred is boundless, always trying something new, creating inhuman savagery, a morbid game for this shame called life. Corpses are piled up, rotten flesh all over the ground, an intoxicating smell, essential for the invocations. We are possessed by a madness that makes us so vicious and depraved. By water, air, fire and earth, and by Satan, let the chaos begin.