Night... A thought... Hate... Vision of life... These chains won't hold me no more A filthy cell of pest I must destroy it The thing which poisoned our lives Cold... Empty... Soul... A black goat... Behold the mighty sign Of an anti-life It is now the one you shall follow The one you obey Master... A dagger... A chalice... A ritual... Stained is the circle Stained are our minds Don't come near me Keep your madness away And thus, we shall remind you You will never win You will never reach your goal And you shall remain as none