Hidden horrors strive from the inner mind  And all life is altered to sadness  Rapture is now the painted crime  Images are enriched with madness    I watched as it opened right before me  A vortex reflection of the mystery sea  Where pain and pleasure do collide  Where compassion shall never abide    Here no beast hides his face behind a mask  Here no hollow words are spoken  There breathes no forgiveness  No chains grow to be broken    This would no mortal creation ever bear  For the forlorn sins I hereby share  I am a part of this dark and demonic feast  The walls are laughing in the Temple Of The Beast    Give me wings and give me horns  Infest my heart with Thy morbid thorns  Blind my sight with the infernal flame  And I shall slaughter to honour Thy name