I must embrace visual Hell to satisfy us Rape the whores in blasphemy I am him while I feast upon your flesh Glance into my eyes and see the darkest shadows dancing Playing in the desert of my life Burning, - and my soul is descending... Lover of all - Face the apocalypse You fade away under the black rain and flowers remain Flowers to step on, flowers to burn Am I ready for the god below Red flesh to penetrate my skin To steel my soul away To the grave I seek Until I'm feeling weak... But there's fire In my heart, in my eyes In his body, in his eyes And in his lovely kingdom