As the symbolic darknight inspires 
The conventus of their spiritual union, 
Inner lust turned into ashes 
And the Devil's honor betrayed by the waning light. 
Shaped [bad word] halting forth, making 
The symbols of innocence, perplexing spiritual dullness. 

The legacy of my rising [bad word] 
The conflict within my morbid innocence, 
Banished and dragged by Devil's exhaltation. 
Finally! I reach the depths of my existence. 

As the moon is diving in the purple waters of earth, 
The sun shows it's first signs of the day. 
The man touches the extremes of light. 
hidden strike is enough to possess his soul. 

The conspiracy of mountain and air 
Blow through the solitary night-walk 
And the lightning rock of midnight sky, 
Reflects the [bad word]  

No key word suffers upon my icon. 
Just a [bad word] change of my portrait. 
I gaze beyond my mirror, 
The iron sculpture that never loses identity. 
For my status, I am dragged beyond my enthralled destiny. 

For this hour they shall lead away 
By the winds, 
To segregate their futures, 
But the strength of their minds will be 
The fortress against their sorrow. 

The old unseen serpent swallows up 
The unholy triangle 
Made in the fog. 

The birth of death 
The everlasting life for those who have kept 
Their souls attached. 

The spiritual passion shapes the shadow of within. 
How easy their eyes follow the dark ring of the moon. 
But how wasteful can [bad word] an untouched orama, 
For the inner wisdom rises from within. 

Rises from within...