Internal powers draw me in Inside my own self. In a virtual reality. There are butchered christisn priests Falling in the common grave Blood of christ paints my face. A burning church brings me jyoy, Many believers affection burns in there. My dark spirit purified after an unholy blasphemy.
Frozen pentagram shines on the night of the massacre.
Twilight My body is plit open At dawning of pain. Come, step inside and dream on. I touch you with my ice cold fingers.