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I must embrace visual Hell

to satisfy us

Rape the whores in blasphemy

I am him while I feast upon your flesh

Glance into my eyes

and see the darkest shadows dancing

Playing in the desert of my life

Burning, -

and my soul is descending...

Lover of all - Face the apocalypse

You fade away under the black rain

and flowers remain

Flowers to step on, flowers to burn

I am ready for the god below

Red flesh to penetrate my skin

To steel my soul away

To the grave I seek

Until I'm feeling weak...

But there's fire

In my heart, in my eyes

In his body, in his eyes

And in his lovely kingdom