Purest in him is the urge to kill

A secret dream, a supressed will

In the night of the mind

The beast still howls

Calling him into the deepest night

Into the deepest night

Above the pits of woe

Shines himself the morningstar

Gives him the urge, gives him the might

To darkest wonders, to darkest arts

True prowess, fulfillment as man

Devours the one to become one

Takes to not to be taken

Whoever that takes shall be given

Whoever that falls shall be devoured upon