Though manmade, of terrestrial birth I've always walked upon this earth A stranger searching the unknown For that distant place that is my home Oft I watched without affright The stern magnificence of night By moonless skies and beasts denied Bewitched am I, and wanting
A yearning beyond form A call without sound Enter ye pale lord of silence
With passion I have come to loathe This globous sty of vain misgrowth Where man amass in nauseous mound Flesh 'pon death 'pon flesh abound So come! Reap!
Kiss of Death! Lips envenomed Devil's breath Beneath mistletoe sharpened we shall meet A unit to extinguish the failure of the primordial touch The kiss of death
My love shall last 'til death do me part For thee, ye children of my heart Ye glass of swiftly running sand Ye harvester, ye cold white hand The yearning has been with me always To tread inside your timeless hallways To know thy scent and taste thy flavour To sense thy grasp, oh reaping saviour
Shapes without form Voices without sound Enter ye pale lord of sorrow
Kiss of death Lips envenomed Devil's breath Beneath the waning crescent, we shall meet Eager and fearless shall I receive the final touch The kiss of death! Of death