In a spectrum of darker fantasies

I absorbed the myriad auras

With delusions harnessed in twisted solace

The planets stepped down in pure homage

For each of time I have cast the dice

Beneath perfectly euclidean constellations

My face is lined with sol's demise

And agonised through His transformations


Virtuous is every sin to me

I master the crafts of dying

In all of its sordid serenity

I find life worth defying

My contempt is for those in a dead human shell


Harboured I became in the shelter of His name

Forever fedwith the ceremonial gloom

The wawes of inferno are my sword, suffering is my shield

The might of Hell is my guide on this endless slaughterfield

The omnipotent colours of Armageddon are scathing indeed

And the displayed, severed head of the nazarene

A skull undressed of all skin, isn't it ravishing?