Before thee, the crooked horns Before my road ends Slaves we all are to the light To the beauty thee adore The astonishment towards eternity The dark and light in one The prayers unnecessary Understanding in thee Faith to sleep not far so long To wake up among mystery I find every single moment Of my being and perceiving Painful to forget, to neglect I stand on the edge Till I fall over to discover Till I touch the sweetness of sin Till they conspire against my will To bury me under what I detest Baptise me with the breath of filth Summon me to escape Protect me before I sleep Embrace me with thy wings I widespread open To dire into your hands Protect me thy light! Thou shall not be misled by the words sounding So familiar... let the betrayer Be portrayed as the victim, the deceit as the plan, let your eyes, Ears and the mind be deceived with the lies that You have always considered to be the only fundamental Truth for blasphemous are the ways of the creation...