Out in the night I am the storm
I am the winds that slash your flesh
Obscure writings cut on your ugly skin
Drug-crazed of my magnificent power

Back in the chapel from the morbid night
You wake and depression crawl on your neck
I bite your heart forever with poison
Until you become what my plan require

A priest became a puppet of Satan
New prayers will praise Hell instead
Wine changed for weird opium and alcohol
Let the congregation begin

Blind sheep follow you as always
But they know not of the difference
From here the contamination must begin
Worse than Black Death, the sinister breath

No return, nothing to be saved of you
I feel only pain in your existence
Forces sir and conjurations echo
Chants of melancholic dreams

In this forest of suicidal memories
All the graves hold corpses that do not rot
Hidden from the normal humans
That would never understand