In a spectrum of darker fantasies   I absorbed the myriad auras   With delusions harnessed in twisted solace   The planets stepped down in pure homage      For each of time I have cast the dice   Beneath perfectly euclidean constellations   My face is lined with sol's demise   And agonised through His transformations      Unearthly...netherwordly      Virtuous is every sin to me   I master the crafts of dying   In all of its sordid serenity   I find life worth defying   My contempt is for those in a dead human shell      Netherwordly...unearthly      Harboured I became in the shelter of His name   Forever fedwith the ceremonial gloom   The wawes of inferno are my sword, suffering is my shield   The might of Hell is my guide on this endless slaughterfield      The omnipotent colours of Armageddon are scathing indeed   And the displayed, severed head of the nazarene   A skull undressed of all skin, isn't it ravishing?