It creeps in our dreams The flowers of lotus with wolfteeth Amazing sceneries with dead Breathtaking beauty of death Strange beauty of fright Amazing feeling of fear Which we love with abandon Fantastic pictures of life Turned into cruel pain Strange beauty of fright We cannot fight it We are overcome with the feeling of sorrow We are crying upon the dead beast Anyhow we love the Strange beauty of fright DAEMON: ...The human was frightened. The tables had turned against him. He didn't have any idea, that We stood behind everything. He did not realize we had become his enemies. He called us, but in vain. We kept ourselves silent.