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 throughts 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 raptures 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