Enchanted by the serpent spell that is casting murky spectres
To glide slowly across the shimmering crystal lake
Once created of a young man's sorrow
The sadness in his tears...

Scorned is the heart of a man who murders with passion to
satisfy his lust macabre.
He devours the pure untouched flesh of innocence
While wetting the ground with his scarlet tears
A living monument of his bloody art...

An artist of deadly creations
extinction of Man has yet to come,
so passive and proud to hear the screams of everlasting torment.
Emotions cold and dead as stone
He is licking the burning scars he has created
as if they were his masterpiece
He sips to the blood as if it was wine of finest age...

The sense of ungodly presence grows stronger for each night
that lays its cold veil upon his mind
A visual spectre of Man's creation...

Caressed now is my lifeless face
so that I may cut the strings of life forever.
Embrace the beauty of my sorrow
with this weeping hands of your.
The strength of your anger
makes distant memories come clawing back
A face of horror identical to mine...

A tortured individual poisoned by its surroundings
Ridden by guilt for acts I have not even committed.
The moaning masses will hunt me forever till' the day I die...
Now I feel it's closing in...