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Through the labyrinths of wounded brain

Through the dark side of consciousness

I roam blindly, falling, stumbling

Along the verges of forbidden knowledge

Like an explorer of mortal, fleeting flesh

That opens life's shell with a scalpel

By the flight of thought I slice the brain

In the name of lust for perverted death

I see evil

It lives on the other side

I hear evil

Calling to open the gates

I can tell you all about evil

Cause I am not afraid of

What you call Nightmare

I open the door to the gardens of secret pleasures

I cognize the orgasm of suffering

I smell the aroma of rotting flowers of my mind

Rejoicing in whatever lies beyond the border of comprehending

And like a pathologist

Pulling out the intestines

I extract outside

The beasts so strange residing in my mind

And the beasts begin to eat

The remnants of slavish trivial judgement

Relics of humanity

Everything that was a sin

And like a skillful trainer

Beasts of prey without fear

I feed them on the ashes of my mind

In morbid visions of mine

I see evil

It lives on the other side

I hear evil

Calling to open the gates

I can tell you all about evil

Cause I am not afraid of

What you call Nightmare