Finale hour you will pay – for your love to mystics Trembling, you kiss – your carved crucifix This day will witness my unholy death I smell the whispering angel's breath Cold – feel – numb Lord – where are thou
Blinded by the visions – why have thy come Floating in the twilight of life and death The unknown is rising and your faith starts to break Denying you cry – for your salvation This night will witness my spirit float Oh yes, I have kissed the goat Death – has won God – begone
Float – levitized spirit – leave the corpse's bed Sense – vaguely – graveclothes In shreds haunted
I wish I'd never come here The dead should be left in peace