Black light grow up killing souls
In this decay age, it seems seed of eternal corrosion
Hit them his creation
I can not explain my terror to answer but sometimes
It becomes very nice when I feel your skin
And the battle starts again
If the sacrifice is only a primitive answer
For terror to die, but where you’re one in
Empty space, just walk slow in my dark path
Why all is mine annd not yours
Psycho path! Levels path!
Psycho path!
Don’t you see, I’m the owner
Of sounds and words
Black light grow up and make me blink in time