Starlight filters through the trees   I am rapt in twisted taught   I wander to the ancient tomb amidst the stinking fog   Beneath the moon upon a tomb entranced in a black daze   I seek forbidden truths that lie beyond the grave      Dark minds were born to suffer   Beneath the lies of the white Christ   Be free among the dead ancients   Mind meld with the unholy rot      Sometimes I hear them moaning deep within their vaults   Starving, lonely, pathetic bastards infected with the rot   But if I spend long enough in this morbid trance   They begin to see my magic and I become their God