Passing through the storm
Led by demons – walk between the
World of men and gods
Cast no shadows – draw no light.
I rape the priestess on pagans night.

I taste the serpents poison
On the lips of the one I love.
She brings this gift of witchcraft.
I wear the cat-skin gloves.

Apples of youth when I wrought
Mischief, hung in a tree to rot
In the sun.
Reborn in the middle of the
Final orgy – a gift of slavery
To the chosen one.

Suicide Suicide don’t you know
Me – call to the Master – he will
Come. – He will bring our
Resurrection – cloacked in darkness
He has won.

Smoke of my sacrifice.
Journey to the Isle of the
Blessed.
Grant my soul your glory.
At night time – I’m your guest.
Only I know why

Each dawn I die.

Smoke of my sacrifice.
Journey to the Isle of the
Blessed.
Grant my soul your glory.
At night time – I’m your guest.
Only I know why
Each dawn I die