Like a pig squeeling in the arms of the reaper
I am a whore of creation
Oh grand lord to whom I in secret yield
Descending from your lap still weeping
Sadicum, I've made me hard
Oh lord make me come
(Again and again)

Deceived I stand tortured in your kindness
A boar of the black fauna
With the lashes of your love
I bleed from behind
Sadicum

Pulsating in anger
Oh grand fornicator
Feel how hard I am
Oh lord, make me come
Again and again
Sadicum

Moulded a master pervert
Hidden in an open wound
Unceasingly bleeding
Tears of scorn, tears of scum
The rancour of my boredom
I've danced to your flute
Oh lord, make me hard again

Crossing an eternal desert the soul draught is constant
Your grace and the glory in the skin peeled corpse
And gravity grows on you stronger
To drag you beneath the sand
To bury you belly full of pearls

For you have swallowed in your distress the string of pearls you pulled in through the blood pools

Glory Black
Rest assured as you were in your grace
Revel featherless plucked bare as the peacock stranded under the scorching sun under the vultures circling

That string of pearls
Your grace
Scattered by the vultures
Your dried corpse

The Glory
Layed down as a feast
For the vultures

Your grace, your glory black

I gaze deeply to black moon and burn my eyes
My Soul bleeds as I touch the immortality.
Trust hate, the seed of power.
The power of light, so lame it has died

Enthrone your vision to night
Path to the unknown lies beyond your death
Let the fire burn your soul
Cut your flesh deep, let the blood flow

Blood for blood, life for life, a frozen heart's desire.
Sacrificing my whole life just to see where the coldness breed

Suffering in rapture, burning in glory
I rape my soul and bleed your lord.
Ecstatically ending life feels so sinful
Torture never ending lead my way

A life ends in the blaze of the moon
A life ends frozen to the bone
A life ends in the blaze of my triumph
I sure did live and die just for the master, master!

You die in everlasting night
You die in freezing
forever.

Heights of defiance manifesting in the black lucid from bitterness to ruins

No absolutes
No absolution

The Dead-end unfolds supreme in it's zodiac
The blood red sun soothing the fury

A cosy hollow in the core of creation the nation's demons Come on!

The marching motion of antipathy like time running out

Hell unfolding as perception grows to understand the emotions of demons as creations disintegrate

In to the new sovereign the silent halo of black light under the blood red sun

Pregnant with the end of things

Sincerity of the nation's principle in the amicitia of demons