Dungeons of the night closed for asphyxiation

Enter the calm of morbid creation

Tools ready for decanonization

Reach the realm where fantasies are pushed on



Desires aimed with archaic pleasure

Luxury divided in need to control

No request for salvation

In the gallery of bloodbeauty



Winds of exalt, unable to breathe

Crescendo of enthralling hatred

Meet the masterpiece in the dead



Pose, eyes locked, you're turned into art

Deathscapes already seen

Victim of my raging passion



Come, come, edge of final art

Slaughter of mind and soul at last.

Syndrome to create

A tribute to violation



Body bound to scream in every nerve

Sanity lost for the mighty act

Lights on-welcome in the eyes of the performer