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 d**h comes crawling for your soul The eternal bleeding begins, Heavens crying in your name The holocaust is at your feet.