In a spectrum of darker fantasies I absorbed the myriad auras With delusions harnessed in twisted solace The planets stepped down in pure homage For each of time I have cast the dice Beneath perfectly euclidean constellations My face is lined with sol's demise And agonised through His transformations Unearthly...netherwordly Virtuous is every sin to me I master the crafts of dying In all of its sordid serenity I find life worth defying
My contempt is for those in a dead human shell Netherwordly...unearthly Harboured I became in the shelter of His name Forever fedwith the ceremonial gloom The wawes of inferno are my sword, suffering is my shield The might of Hell is my guide on this endless slaughterfield The omnipotent colours of Armageddon are scathing indeed And the displayed, severed head of the nazarene A skull undressed of all skin, isn't it ravishing?