Passing through the storm -
led by demons - walk between the
world of men and gods -
cast no shadows - draw no light.
i rape the priestess on pagans night.
I taste the serpents poison
on the lips of the one i love.
she brings this gift of witchcraft.
i wear the cat-skin gloves.
Apples of youth when i wrought
mischief, hung in a tree to rot
in the sun. -
reborn in the middle of the
final orgy - a gift of slavery
to the chosen one.
Suicide suicide don't you know
me - call to the master - he will
come. - he will bring our
resurrection - cloacked in darkness -
he has won.
Smoke of my sacrifice. -
journey to the isle of the
blessed. -
grant my soul your glory.
at night time - i'm your guest.
only i know why -
Each dawn i die.
Smoke of my sacrifice. -
journey to the isle of the
blessed. -
grant my soul your glory.
at night time - i'm your guest.
only i know why