To those Transgressors of Titanic Blood before and after The Deluge

By the blood inheritance of five nations beneath and beyond the world:

Nebrod! Sharpen the spears I raise against the impulse of spiritual dilution.
May the love of most beautiful witches, my sisters in blood,
Rouse the urgeful burning homicidal furies.
Does it seem to you that the curse of Ialdabaoth can stop me now?
May the sting of bearing this own carcass always remind me of our duty to murder,
Or am I the keeper of this dog that the prisonhouse allotted as my brother?
Oh! Thrice I deny so with the keenest tongue:
Let the black earth tomb drink his blood,
three chains locked around the neck.

Blacksmith of Will to No! Adamantine be my sword:
Incomprehensible, inextinguishable its fulgor,
That it may cleave apart the angle vertex.
Oh, how it howls! The Silence of the Annihilator of Realities!
Saintly warlocks, diabolists, necromancers:
May no sea ever be for us unnavigable!

May no cavern by the blood sea find me unworthy caller of the family bloodlines.

Visuals and text by the Antitacta; original text in Spanish: X