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 ressurection - 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 -
  
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