The memories far beyond the reckoning 

Have begun to lurk in the distance 

Like visual objects dearly known 

The grace of devils hands



As they walk with me like a medium 

When I choose and require a burn-out 

Resting in expanded malicious force 

Drained for murderous weapons



Knowing where you stand 

In the magnitude of this thought 

Looking at the spirit of fire and flames 

Enduring on the throne of the black heart



The memories far beyond the reckoning 

Have begun to lurk in the distance 

Like visual objects dearly known 

The grace of devils hands



As they walk with me like a medium 

When I choose and require a burn-out 

Resting in expanded malicious force 

Drained for murderous weapons



Knowing where you stand 

In the magnitude of this thought 

Looking at the spirit of fire and flames 

Enduring on the throne of the black heart



A bringer of evil I am 

And therefore also a carrier of light 

As I use this focus through the dark 

And face the sunshine in the dead end



Limitations do not exist 

When you are ahead of the crowd 

With the art of confidence 

I reign at the throne of my soul



The value of this darkness unwinds 

Travelling the other path 

A hidden triumph 

But obvious to the strong and wise



By understanding this reality 

I remain in a twice-coloured cloud 

With feet connected solid in the ground 

And thus I get peace of mind



A bringer of evil I am 

And also a carrier of light 

As I use this focus through the dark 

And face the sunshine in the dead end