The servants of the dammed

The demons of the mind

The Styx is drawing nearer

Does hope fade in this hour?


The moon is shattered, dyed in red

In presence of the end

The river of light in flames ignites

Since the beginning of wisdom times.


Ideas cannot have perfection

All horror calls you name

And you do not seem to dear it


Death comes crawling for your soul

The eternal bleeding begins,

Heavens crying in your name

The holocaust is at your feet.