Oh, I crave these visions which grow inside That enslave my very soul Unfolding, revolting, turning this soul into black
Great savagery come banish their hope forever Indulging their fate to commence Profanity, atrocity, upon deceptions
Deceiver, believer, false hope wither With you condemned by sinister ways Your sworn fidelity is a sign of treachery
Slaves of the icons which all lie bleeding Fictive reality is no divinity So I grow on your contempting words Temptation will lead me away from your withering garden
Now I preserve this might from my own within, so pure in its form Divine and untorn, yet raging and grim, I roam here alone So I defy, condemn and deny those tales they rely
Captivating all life to unfold In vanity they shall die
Hear the roar from the storm of dark depths Defiant and godless they emerge.