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.
