None Before Him - Abigor

Not from the heavens high he fell

But from the deepest abyss he rose

Within us and without us

He, older than all other gods

Whose names no stone ever mentions

Who left the faintest trace in the memory of man

So is he, the lord of evil

What you call hidden is only hidden to you

I know hence I am, a secret unlocked, holy his law

Iron will, firm belief, all is spread out before me

None before him

The truth like a savage beast set free

Denn er ist das Gift

Das die Schöpfung verderbt

Eure Gnosis mit Schrecken und Blut erstickt

Er ist die alte Schlange

Die ihre Windungen mehrt

Und die Welt umschlingt

In apokatyptischen Träumen sehen wir

Seine Morgenröte dämmern

Unter dem schweigenden Sternenhimmel

In der kältesten aller Lüfte

Führt er seine Heerschar an

Victorious is his army (burnt earth we walk upon)

Vicious is his iron arm (underneath he crushes the unbeliever)

Wytches and daemons obey him (all dance under his command)

None before him (titans, temples and time)

All left for the sand

The grim and stygian shape of the opposer

Not from the heavens high he fell

But from the deepest abyss he rose

Within us and without us

Hey, older than all other gods

Whose names no stone ever mentions

Who left the finest trace in the memory of man

So is he, the lord of evil

What you call hidden is only hidden to you

I know hence I am, a secret unlocked, holy his law

Iron will, firm belief, all is spread out before me

None before him

The truth like a savage beast set free

Because he is the poison

That corrupts creation

Your gnosis choked with terror and blood

He's the old snake

Which multiplies its coils

And wraps around the world

In apocatypical dreams we see

Its dawn dawn

Under the silent starry sky

In the coldest of all airs

He leads his host

Victorious is his army (burnt earth we walk upon)

Vicious is his iron arm (underneath he crushes the unbeliever)

Wytches and daemons obey him (all dance under his command)

None before him (titans, temples and time)

All left for the sand

The grim and stygian shape of the opposer