I am the name of the beast In the mirror of the night, a hidden sign of fire
The name of the beast I am the night watchman, the angel fallen at the gates of hell
not a bird, but a wing of the wind, not a divinity, a night demon
you are not a bird, you fly the key of the universe, a prophetic song, In the mouth of a dwarf ...
In sin, I fell my earthly body in the night worship in front of the priests...
- it is a sign of the silence in which I die...
Pain is the beauty of creation, solitude is the joy of the suffering...
In the womb of the moon I lay my food
the night, the wild mark of my own passion...
there is only one law - one flower nurtured in my soul
there is only one path - one song in solitude understandable
The suffering of the night will awaken your body, give birth to you in my eyes, your paleness of vision will make me master, it will arouse anger in me, the suffering of darkness, the glory of one tear...
unforgettable at the moment of death, there are many desires hidden in each of us
- they are the key of the universe the suffering of the night will wake up your body
will give birth to you in my eyes the suffering of a step the glory of one tear
unforgettable at the moment of death...