| As the sun returns | |
| From the shades of night | |
| So am I reborn from my own corruption | |
| I invoke the consuming fire | |
| And from the ashes mould | |
| The renaissance of my decadent self | |
| At the dawn of my rebirth | |
| The heart is overflowing | |
| I indulge and dissipate | |
| And when the cup is empty | |
| I drink from nothingness | |
| The venom by which I disintegrate | |
| This is not merely pride | |
| Or lust for eminence | |
| This is the reoccurring cycle of my existence | |
| As the sun returns | |
| From the shades of night | |
| So am I reborn from my own corruption | |
| Behold - the god returns | |
| Solar balls upon his back | |
| A sacrifice | |
| I invoke the consuming fire | |
| And from the ashes mould | |
| The renaissance of my decadance | |
| My sacrifice - my corruption - my death |