"The death arrives at last, this is
the final hour
The lunar spirits fade away getting
back the faceless dawn
We reach the peak in our passionate
endeavor
And remain silent swirled in approaching
storm of flesh…
Crowned ourselves the kings of blasphemy
Climbed upon the highest of the thrones…
Devouring true wonders of this universe,
We are the bastard sons of ages…"
Herr Stalhammar "Crescent Moon"