When the ghostly mourners awakens from sleep
And the volant funeral crows are watching
Like evil omens in shadowed murmur
They [bad word] me again

Agonized and flattered to once [bad word] Apart of this horror scenario
I descend with arms open wide

Armoured and filled with painful pleasure
Reflectingg streams of monstrous mirages
I will not hide

Loosing controll in seductive madness
Spiritual revelations, apocalyptic hypnosis
Dead colours appear within unshallow graves
Alone in awe i face abhorrence below

Trapped inside to suffer in silence
Torn apart in mind and sense
Baptized in this nightly glamour-
Rites of splendid essence

Agonized and flattered i once became
part of the horror scenario
Armoured and filled with painful pleasure
I did not hide

Now when the gates are no longer shut
I withdraw from the light of the sun