Since day one the eerie madness And her pale arm infected by a nymph Came dancing as the coldest sickness And when the virus ran through streets Children cried every night Preying to the lord to move away the sylph (Darkly, windy spirit) who took their last breath Extending with his fingers disgrace and sin But in a castle far from the plague Behind those gates just vice and orgy Whores were dancing beneath the moonlight Undressed sluts watched by the pagan jury And at the black velvet hall the freak shade Had been waiting for the hour to play. Ebony clock was ticking Plague is praying for flesh His red mask sleeping The ghost has come from hell Dressed stigmata above cranium The ghost will rape the whores and mess On seventh hall, velvet covered the wall Those scarlet crystals showed the blood Through the silent dark Fantastic silhouettes Strange wind from the west Runs along the castle Like a laughter from fucking hell The pendulum's ticking deafens my feelings Squeezing out my heart with beauty in front my eyes Her body frozen my karma But the knife cracked my alma Nightmare after dawn Nightmare after dawn From the ash I reborn Am I guilty? This is the night professed by poe Nightmare at midnight eclipsed by my soul Sweaty lesbian, whores, feel the dildo of pain Juicy sweet cunts will be fucked by my rain (cum) While their fathers pray him again The daughters implore for more again No fiction in this night Grief, sex & evil took all control With mi hand dagger spits the light And implores the night This is my last minute among dancers Waiting for the answer of this cancer That awakened my ash before to know About thy coexistence with my lust Only terror in this night Its mask seems as dead pale corpses Scarlet plague has just begun to attack And justice arises Enemy within Am I guilty? Indefinable gaze it had inspired To all the noblesse Loud disquiet was showed by all Whispering disapproval Decadent eco of ebony noise Had disappeared in pandemonium Like a sore cured by temptation Written by a fucking serpent Now, what sick and weak fate Will be written for you? While carnal sinners were crying Semen tears despite truth Vengeance the coldest rite Lurks among the eye behind Within obsession, without perfection! Finally red massacre Lives!