Mourning the decay

Bitter ungodly enemy

cast into heavy woe

Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed)



Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss

Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world

Out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn

Out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed)



The realisation of the position

No longer vulnerable

Having played the music no one could understand

Serenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier!



Defaming judgement

upon the starving souls

mourning self-made pestilence

Cannon fodder for the

apocalypse



A haunt for every unclean spirit

Lord of the flies or kingdom of death

Circle the prey, show them your eyes,

they bear witness of centuries of might



Predecessor who blessed us with grace

in sempiternal fight

Excessive aggression -

Fire is the definite sign of rebirth!



The elders' electrons channelled through you

carried by thy night Supremacy

Born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue

of the whore