When the ghastly mourners awakens from sleep

And the volatile funeral crows are watching

Like evil omens in shadowed murmur



Apart of this horror scenario 

I descend with arms open wide



Armored and filled with painful pleasure

Reflecting streams of monstrous mirages

I will not hide



Loosing control in seductive madness

Spiritual revelations, apocalyptic hypnosis

Dead colors 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 glamor

Rites of splendid essence



Agonized and flattered I once became

A part of the horror scenario

Armored 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