A pernicious petrifying choir of perished souls
from the depths of Hell the lonely wanderer calls.
With words long dead and whispers of the unspoken,
truth is laid to rest and the deceivers are forever awoken.
With the cunning Luciferian tyranny of the rational mind
one is bound to slave away to one’s own devils in kind.
Wishes, desires, raging sensual fires – all enslaved to one,
the king upon a throne of death with a burning black crown.
Toiling away for ages with no clear end in sight,
with a bent back against the devil’s inhuman might,
one wishes to be rid of this mortal coil shattered and trembling,
no longer truly human, merely in form and shape resembling. ...