In perplexed dementia, where sanity is my vanity,
with honour I bear the mark of satan.
Triumphant beast in heaven defeat,
Disguised in gloom, I wear the mask of satan.

Ride the beast through paradise,
still vipers these mortal burdens.
We arise as the portals take form.
I leave my feathers again.

Infidels and scarecrows all fallen from heaven.
Captured by the sin of the beast,
mesmerized in total chaos,
engulfed in an overflow of selfish might.

Swept through arcane mysteries,
forlorn in a maze of torment.
Raped by the sanctity of the unholy,
reveals a hell I never dreamed of.

Bewildered by the arcane lifeforce mysteria-
I shead my skin once again.

Losowe piosenki:
Tearing My Down
Hilarious
On My Side
She's a Lady
Out Of Mind
Ill Search
Law And Order
Better Off
Cold Fish
What If We Give It Away?