Heights of defiance manifesting in the black lucid from bitterness to ruins No absolutes No absolution The Dead-end unfolds supreme in it's zodiac The blood red sun soothing the fury A cosy hollow in the core of creation the nation's demons Come on! The marching motion of antipathy like time running out Hell unfolding as perception grows to understand the emotions of demons as creations disintegrate In to the new sovereign the silent halo of black light under the blood red sun Pregnant with the end of things Sincerity of the nation's principle in the amicitia of demons