Enfeebled swarms of the blind man Desolate is the horizon The antidote has been poured in glasses The coma for the hexaeon Generations falter Lurid eyes
king of martyrs and man The condition we name nothingness Absorbing the stars The leper planets fall Before us, after us Aeternus ? in aeternum
Born abuser alone weak Torn apart away bleak Dreams of death needle seek Loss of will addictive reek Love lost sucking on self-pity Dirthead, the lowest
Enfeebled swarms of the blind man Desolate is the horizon The antidote has been poured in glasses The coma for the hexaeon Generations falter Lurid
Far beyond the regions of the sun Beyond light and creative word In the level of the underworld In the third dwells oblivion The eye has lost it's sense
In those days man will seek death And not be able to find it And soon after to die And death will fly away from them I... the man of many names Will
I drift reveal darkness I feel see me glow You give I absorb it Close the door I seek more Drawn to might I am Judge me not I say I crave power for
Again I shall force pain On you for lies maggot Your false words grants you pain I will make you want death cry out his name Reality will unfold As
Weakling, the apprehensive tortoise bound Tomfool, the wretched spawn chained Idle, the oblivious indulgent collapsed Infatuated, the duplicate of submission
