the moon is in its full glory
winter and the cold of the corner
redemption in her baptism
sealed by the ritual
I serve the black flame
screen of secrets ¤remains
the morning after my road
to the reaper of vain hope
to sanctify my great work
I give my all to him
he is light and shadow
purpose for my life
in him is truth and knowledge
revenge without humility
lord, I am I'd rather be your slave
than embrace Jesus