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
Come. — 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…