Rise high, yet falling down into the abyss of remembrance
Adoring grace I learned to hate
Consuming all her innocence
And the pain she learned to stand
As slave to my dominion
For vengeance is mine since I became divine
Whilst pride and lies disguise Thy guilt
In the silence of an angel's mind
Bereft of what now lies beyond
The tyrant's thousand burning eyes
I stand beneath eternity with Satan at my side
Still I feel no guilt
As the carca** of a tyrant,
Thy most seductive gift,
Arises by my will and thus
Nevermore shalt doubt her trust
Believing, yet not dying while
Empty words bring forth the silence
Master, that belongs to us since we where
Yearning for her sacred lust
Gifted with instinct:
Unity infects my mind
I curse the source of these emotions
Denying still to accept Thy crime as
Everlasting compromise