Before thee, the crooked horns
Before my road ends
Slaves we all are to the light

To the beauty thee adore
The astonishment towards eternity
The dark and light in one

The prayers unnecessary
Understanding in thee
Faith to sleep not far so long

To wake up among mystery
I find every single moment
Of my being and perceiving

Painful to forget, to neglect
I stand on the edge
Till I fall over to discover

Till I touch the sweetness of sin
Till they conspire against my will
To bury me under what I detest

Baptise me with the breath of filth
Summon me to escape
Protect me before I sleep

Embrace me with thy wings
I widespread open
To dire into your hands

Protect me thy light!
Thou shall not be misled by the words sounding
So familiar... let the betrayer

Be portrayed as the victim, the deceit as the plan, let your eyes,
Ears and the mind be deceived with the lies that
You have always considered to be the only fundamental

Truth for blasphemous are the ways of the creation...