Black Sun floating high as eyes can see
Infesting the sky with your dark beauty
The sound of your cacophonous voices
A beautiful opera of painful caresses
I kneel in adoration
Knowing that you came for me
I prostrate myself before you
The finality of oneself is no longer a myth
Your glorious army of darkness is the tyrant expected
The Path to follow, the one of the merciful black angels
You bring us the ancient pride of death
The one that comforts you and makes the wait bearable
This solitude so overwhelming, but so enjoyable
Forever shall free the misanthrope in me
All this humiliation that life brought me
Is now a thing of the past
I kneel in adoration
Knowing that you came for me
I prostrate myself before you
The finality of oneself is no longer a myth
Black Sun flying on wings of a glorious moon
Carressing incidentally my unbearable life
This life, carved on the throne of Reverie
Miserable replica of what's beyond
Black Sun floating high as eyes can see
A beautiful opera of painful caresses
DEATH...FINALLY...CAME FOR ME
