I must embrace visual hell
To satisfy us
Rape the whores in blasphemy
I am Him while I feast upon your flesh
Glance in my eyes
and see the eternal shadows dancing
Playing in the desert of my life
Burning —
And my soul is descending…
Lover of all — face the apocalypse
You fade away under the black rain
And flowers remains
Flowers to step on, flowers to burn
Am I ready for the god below
Red flesh to penetrate my skin
To steal my soul away
To the grave I seek
Until I’m feeling weak…
But there’s fire
In my heart, in my eyes
In his body, in his eyes
And in his lonely kingdom