From upwards Throne, you deserve Your domani Of silence lies. Ranks of automatons Dirty priest They spread Your Disease But something Remains closed in your mind: Desire of Immortality. An obsession that tears your soul And pushes you to an empty search: To ruole the underworld demons, To dominate the d**h Lust of mortal Lust of mortal Decay Lust of mortal Lust of mortal Illusive sight In your ivory Palace you praise Vanishing Endeavors Living in Pleasure of Oppression From archaic century. But your force Suddendly falls, And in darkness You realise it