Passion stains the godless taste
The human eye now raped and dazed
Our marks of shame soon worn away
The spider's trapped an a web of clay
Naked in the desert of delight
Banish the thoughts into the night
Scarecrow servant of demise
Parting the honey from the flies
What's in the veins is what to keep
Stil the floods of raptures sound a sleep
Visions fade and die at ease
Inferior slaves are ours to please
The last of shadows shapes the end
From mountains high it all desscends
One single dagger unleash the doom
Creation falls in my closed room
