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