In the dark
 of the mind,
 the flame lightens.
 I discover the
 curse of my soul.
 Trapped in this life form,
 forced to experience
 the flaws of
 human nature.

 Disturbed, deranged and mentally fucked
 in the eyes of those who can not see. In the
 visions of my dying flesh I see the 
 gathering of an higher power. The reason for me
 wandering these fields of poison.

 In the silence, in the night. There is a force
 taking place in the flesh I wear. And the signs
 will show in new forms
 as the days go by in the
 flesh I wear.

 I bear the chalice, my
 soul, with pride and
 strength. My human
 flesh is the temple of self- 
 discovered knowledge.
 Which I'll bring forth to
 the grand dimension of 
 death.