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