I, the forsaken vengeful son
Came a long way and took on form
Where no sun would follow me down
Where no divine would lay sealed
For I have known that which concealed;
Skies so deep as though they always mourned
False prophets by no greatness adorned
The forgery that the stars deadens
O' how the demiurge abhor
My words buried in monuments void
Of any causal influence
Lies-strangled skies
Behold me in the midst
Of a torment I couldn't resist
A fortuitous flood engulfing all
Wherein no secrets stay untold
Lies-strangled skies
Alone for me suffice
To ignite senses which god despise
A black flame consuming my soul
Wherein no secret hidden lies
I rejoice at your nonchalance
While from the dome the dead stars fall
Your feet don't weave a cheerful dance
Since in Heaven rest not your soul
You harmed, and wrongly did despise;
The gift the Horned one gave me
