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