The servants of the dammed  The demons of the mind  The Styx is drawing nearer  Does hope fade in this hour?    The moon is shattered, dyed in red  In presence of the end  The river of light in flames ignites  Since the beginning of wisdom times.    Ideas cannot have perfection  All horror calls you name  And you do not seem to dear it    Death comes crawling for your soul  The eternal bleeding begins,  Heavens crying in your name  The holocaust is at your feet.