Sonic lapses of sheer joy
Makes no material on the globe
Track down such splendour
As the brethren of black metal
Stolen names of a limp mind
Is the fury of their seed
No remarks could ever slay
A world like this
As emphasis is twisting in time
The fuel of a twisted pchycè
Needs no glory to be seen in pride
As every instinct is set free
With moustache and beard to fake
An evening in the dead calm of life
No roads are made for the innocent
When angels are at your door
At the peak of mistakes and guilt
They suddenly jump out of their hole
In streams of reckoning and transition
On its knees before the naked truth
There and of the dead beat
That keeps it alive and breathing
Offsprings into this world
Where no evil is too strong
At the feet of a shining master
Whose intent is betrayal
Like everyone else inside the narow mind
He'll there transcend
Treat me with respect
As evening fades
In the moments of the beast
Inside and outside the darkside