Divine sickness tears through me like lightning
unsheated by ascending terrors and unwholesome forces
I cut into the night - as the venomous blade I am
His enemies are my enemies in this blackest affair
and blessed with nocturnal wisdom I know their secrets
I cut into the night - as the venomous blade I am
his enemies are mine - in his blackest affair
I bring the fragments of shattered silence to the altar
A trophy of my deeds against the harmony of light
where now rules the tyranny of chaos I make my bed
In luxurious comfort where others find pain
I am the perverter of divine illusions
I am the wolf the sheperds fears
I cut into the night - as the venomous blade I am
the formulae drips - unseen below my feet
