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

Resurrection - 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