Cursed the day I was born
Cursed the night in which I saw
how being and appearance became mine
where I walk is no more
what once was
only dark souls and
host of devils
Not in prayer, but without a word
I kill the God in you
Flesh and sin, blood and
Love, thoughts in black
your wives scream, your
sons hunt you, made your
subject to me
I delight in your torment
I sip the blood and
devour it ' the heart
I follow the call of damnation
the light of darkness, cold in the
neck and immortal bones
I follow damnation
passion
in red, corrupt, wicked
and unspeakably beautiful
Crosses sinking, bells fading away
in the evening battle red of
passion
Deus diabolicus
in immortalitate
Parentalia