I am the healer and the deceiver I am the sober eye of fate I always take to be the giver I am the crimson eye of hate
My love is sloth corrupting order I am the secret hand of pain I am the builder of this wanderland My face is known by the insane
My work is black the sin moves As horrific and as cold I am the horns with golden hooves The balance of the gods Oblivion decay and death Three of my children without birth
I am into the inner dark The tension of the kill The first of murders had my mark I am in restricted thrills
My work is black the sin moves As horrific and as cold I am the horns with golden hooves The balance of the gods Not being me, yet I am life The lover and the wife
In nothing I am the essence all, the things in which you exist Still I am more you couldn't hold, the corpse's biggest feast My work is black the sin moves as horrific and as cold I am the horns with golden hooves, the balance of the god ...the balance of the god