Indignant cries, pull me through
Blackened rapport, broken in haste
Slaked Abaddon, mired with negligence
Power brings me joys of a better place

Preventive measures, as self-abuse
Perfunctory stains mark my grandeur
My complicity, washes my filth
My contentious chimes outshine my wails

I am the light; I have to be as I can only be
I am the light, enthralled towards the great collapse

Procreation of the unkind
Reciprocation of my evil acts
A lunatic with a fractured bind
I adopt the likeness of the one before me

Looming figures bring murder and fraud
Dirty and degraded even in death
A wretched grimace, contorts my face
My absolution is a divine disgrace

I am the light, embraced by a grand exuberance
I am the light; I drown in the fog with my disciples

Abdicated, fulfilled by grief
These bastard sons, I intervene
The threats I make, are indirect
I cackle as they cut my left hand

Splinters from a malevolent demiurge
The sun shines on my open wounds
My torment here is desultory
and this is what I must endure

The curse of eternal life

These infernal demands of mine
Bring me secrets from the valley

At least I can still close my eyes
and shield them from the consequences of my wrath
I hide myself from all these faces of calamity
but still, I must conjure their impressions
The passage of time is what I have to endure
As dozens of leeches’ latch onto my open wounds
Sucking on the irony of the guilt I shall endure
as the fatal impact is finally within my grasp

…but at least I can still close my eyes

The promises I’ve been brought
I’ll devour their fortunes
The sacrifices I make
None of which I’ll keep

Wretched putrid fucking plane
and I breathe in the twilight of the unknown

My requiem, this malign trial
It scintillates, runs without spirit
I celebrate here my corruption
My lunacy will be my revenge

With my prayers, I whip my back
Engulfed by warfare, that’s when I smile
The meridian is just a farce
In a sardonic laughter I can lose myself

I am the light, in this hermitage I’m safe from persecution
I am the light; in my bunker I look for the sunrise

Strange chants echo and whisper on my journey to the gallows
I reek of stale smoke and alcohol, a fact of my soulless creation

The heaven I search for in the stars, to hide from my bestial sorrows
Decades away from the primordial dance, the walls here ogle beneath me
Her ageless silhouette looms over me with infernal malice
My body, decadent and puerile suffers through this innocent cascade

I won’t fight the torture they so lovingly bring upon me
My dreams and visions of the acrid planet
Banished with the nausea of my undoing
Exiguous serpent abandoned and obliterated

The cursed theatre unchained at night, I don’t need no eyes or limbs
Cauterised extractions of the Witch drift below my excruciation
I put back nothing into this dismal old earth, I remain frightened and cold
I swim towards that strange distant gleam, its warmth engulfs my body

A picture of a sacred oar
An indubitable peculiarity
A sacrilegious malediction
The unprovable singularity of my body

Protect the sacred and the evil I fear
My body itches, but I have no skin
I find no consolation in my dreams
So, I’ll scream for an eternity