Passion stains the godless taste
The human eye now raped and dazed
Our marks of shame soon worn away —
The spider’s trapped in a web of clay
Naked in the desert of delight
Banish the thoughts into the night
Scarecrow — servant of demise
Parting the honey from the flies
What’s in the veins is what to keep
Still the floods of rapture sound asleep
Visions fade and die at ease —
Inferior slaves are ours to please
The last of shadows shapes the end
From mountains high it all descends
One single dagger — unleash the doom
Creation falls in my closed room
