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 I am, 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 primal 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 flavor, To sense thy grasp, oh reaping savior!
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!