He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation
To the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes
Darkness... My precious companion, even thou cant see his face
Salvation turned to bleed despair, compassion fled...
s*****ic delight flowed, like Hell burned brighter
Existence woven into darkness, prudence did fall
...In Satan's beauty, life was found...
A flow of o*****ic fire, swept through the cosmic night
I enthroned darkness triumphant, with the searing trident of the Inferno
Gaze towards the Heavens, an you might catch a glimpse of Me...
To the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes
Darkness... My precious companion, even thou cant see his face
Salvation turned to bleed despair, compassion fled...
s*****ic delight flowed, like Hell burned brighter
Existence woven into darkness, prudence did fall
...In Satan's beauty, life was found...
A flow of o*****ic fire, swept through the cosmic night
I enthroned darkness triumphant, with the searing trident of the Inferno
Gaze towards the Heavens, an you might catch a glimpse of Me...