Greyclouded fiend of time
Mean absolution in your fame
Scary artificial rosebeds of mud
Your heart and soul are mine
Twisted limp of the mad mind
Rocking the tension of crime
Before you are conscious and clear
Before you'll ever care
In sunrays of the ominous
His pa**ion for danger is just
Answering to the villain of morals
Peaking at the top of this world
Let me in my friend, you'll see
The time is right when we sleep
Unto the altars of chaos
Until the universe is charged
A cosmic trigger in the outland of space
A broken field of your spite
Provoked to challenge your maker
A broken field of your fight
Leave me with this spirit
As mad phases are bending my sight
Loving the scene of metallic blood
Repelled from life to bloom in beauty
A thrill from below to alight in devotion
While primal senses are crowding
Leave me with this spirit
As hell-bitten trances are mending the light