Gusts of mocking laughter gush forth 
from the rousing fatal shadows 
Dim fumes get tangled in my mind 
the hounds of grief tears your spine 

As the last of my blood 
Compounded with my tears 
The dwellers in twilight 
Enchanted by their prey 
As the blackmoon awaits the white 
No use resisting 
towards the final threshold 
No backwards glancing 
Obscure glimmering of cold stone 
The dark Netherworlds of the mind 
Where all faces are different 
Shades befogs me with their fatal mists 
 
As the blackmoon awaits the white 
No use resisting 
towards the final threshold 
No backwards glances 
On the wings of shredded sanity 
Angel of madness takes it course 
Flying free towards the far skies 
Unleashed from the sad darkened mind...