Touching my inner believe as dose as my breath the evil spirit disease Walks upon the beating heart the dark whining serpent´s tongue sucking the best out of my wost part The change of the twilight forces the mind´s driven into paranoia Shades hunting without causes Divine Inputs in the dorm of black ,,Chambre de la nuit" awaiting the satanic attack The dead corpse lying between forever bursting antidotes but non´s ready to contravene "You will be like God you will know good & evil" when you´ re dead-I prornise, I prornise Morior, Morior Confessiones Mortui Confessiones Mortui