I must Embrace Visual Hell
To Satisfy Us
Rape the Whores in Blasphemy
I am Him while I Feast upon Your Flesh
Glance into My Eyes
And see the Darkest Shadows Dancing
Playing in the Desert of My Life
Burning, -
And My Soul is Descending
Lover of All - Face the Apocalypse
You Fade Away under the Black Rain
And Flowers Remain
Flowers to Step on, Flowers to Burn
Am I Ready for the God Below
Red Flesh to Penetrate my Skin
To steel My Soul Away
To the grave I Seek
Until I'm Feeling Weak
But there's Fire
In My Heart, In My Eyes
In His Body, In His Eyes
And in His Lovely Kingdom