Passing through the storm –
 Led by demons – walk between the
 World of men and gods –
 Cast no shadows – draw no light.
 I rape the priestess on pagans night. 

 I taste the serpents poison
 On the lips of the one I love.
 She brings this gift of witchcraft.
 I wear the cat-skin-gloves. 

 Apples of youth when I wrought
 Mischief, hung in a tree to rot
 In the sun. –
 Reborn in the middle of the
 Final orgy – a gift of slavery
 To the chosen one. 

 Suicide Suicide don't you know
 Me – call to the Master – he will [bad word]  – He will bring our
 Ressurection – cloacked in darkness –
 He has won. 

 Smoke of my sacrifice. –
 Journey to the Isle of the
 Blessed. –
 Grant my soul your glory.
 At night time – I'm your guest.
 Only I know why – 

 Each dawn I die. 

 Smoke of my sacrifice. –
 Journey to the Isle of the
 Blessed. –
 Grant my soul your glory.
 At night time – I'm your guest.
 Only I know why – 

 Each dawn I die...