[Music by Bartsch/Matton January '93] [Poems by Bartsch December '92] When the dark lord told me to live I felt the raised lust of possession afterwards the d**h yell of an impaled nineye gotten through my dutiful ears I had to think of all the lost creatures which strived of their existence in the streaming of my black blood nocturnal shadows, which glorified the resurrection like trumpets offered me the right way into hopelessness enlighten my path into inaccessible license