Текст песни Astarte - Quod Superius Sicut Inferius

Before him, a red light,
Flames from fire set in benighted wildness.
Natural resemblance made for the meeting
Devoted to the crowed mighty One.

Go under the Dark swales of earth,
To the mournful chambers of sad Hell,
Cross the un-harvested sea of pulsing with lights.

Under our roots
Years were banished.
From the deep continent
Our home on Acheron's shore
Gaze the black Tartaros.

Out of our roots
Our bodies gaze the stars.
How long the beauty last!
Till soul fall down
The "rock" of the life-chain.

Branches are the heavens
Around our limbs,
We embrace the unchain universe.