In a spectrum of darker fantasiesI absorbed the myriad aurasWith delusions harnessed in twisted solaceThe planets stepped down in pure homageFor each of time I have cast the diceBeneath perfectly euclidean constellationsMy face is lined with sol's demiseAnd agonised through His transformationsUnearthly...netherwordlyVirtuous is every sin to meI master the crafts of dyingIn all of its sordid serenityI find life worth defyingMy contempt is for those in a dead human shellNetherwordly...unearthlyHarboured I became in the shelter of His nameForever fedwith the ceremonial gloomThe wawes of inferno are my sword, suffering is my shieldThe might of Hell is my guide on this endless slaughterfieldThe omnipotent colours of Armageddon are scathing indeedAnd the displayed, severed head of the nazareneA skull undressed of all skin, isn't it ravishing?