Back from the dead
Across the axis of dreams
A malicious hunger
The bloodline still streams
I am a martyr of the dark
side
A tyrant in soul and flesh
Triumphant I stand in a blaze of fire
As dark silhouettes of dancing shadows
Caress me
with desire
I rise from the abyss below
A disciple of darkness
Bound to this earth
The spirit wander
In a realm of
emptiness
I am a martyr of the dark side
A tyrant in soul and flesh
My art is a reflection, a mirror of tormented images
A
labyrinth of morbid minds cathedral halls of stone
Abysmal ruins
Walking a path of putrefied flesh
In the garden of rotting
sculptures
Everything dwells in an aura of death
And the presence of nocturnal vultures
