I must embrace visual Hell
to satisfy us
Rape the whores in blasphemy
I am him while I feast upon your flesh
Glance into my eyes
and see the darkest shadows dancing
Playing in the desert of my life
Burning, –
and my soul is descending…
Lover of all – Face the apocalypse
You fade away under the black rain
and flowers remain
Flowers to step on, flowers to burn
Am I ready for the god below
Red flesh to penetrate my skin
To steel my soul away
To the grave I seek
Until I’m feeling weak…
But there’s fire
In my heart, in my eyes
In his body, in his eyes
And in his lovely kingdom