Our Lord, who art in His grave,
Death is thy name...

Let The Spirits From The Shadows
Come Forth to Thee...

I am the creator of shadows,
Darkness and Chaos...

In the dark I cry for you
In the cold I'd die for you...

I lied there helplessly in dream
Then the pressure of this demonic body hit me...

We are selfish and snobby,
We hate all outside...

I love you
Always have always will...

I feel betrayed, dead
Dark and frustated...

She came to me... the holy mother of your savior
She spoke to me from the sky...

Resting in what seems a dream
What seemed to to be a fantasy...

I lie down feverish but cold
A rare pain and disease...

Holocaust!
The world.. is... A F-ING HOLOCAUST...