Glowing eyes, staring eyesManifest of evil presenceWith entities swept in disease and decayA fall from paradise beyo nd redemptionHe who speaks of nightly treasuresHe who wraps the serpent around my neckHe who pours poisonous wine in my cha liceHe who lets me serve and slip away...And so I will take shelterIn the absence of the lightHiding like a masked miniatu re in the darkA revenant without relief it seemsFor the art of becoming a progenyAnd to be raised in such curseInfesting th e dead in herdsHis grandeur of guidance in roundtrips obscureHe who immerse my hands in sullen thrillsHis pat on which domi nation lingerHe who dares to prove the sanity of mineHe who speaks of nightly treasuresHe who lets me serve and slip away Black unearthly void creatures crawlingForbidden forgotten fairly underratedBastards in the shape of angels holding my hands Passing me wath is left of the wine