This vicious Air I breathe, this feeble Joys I see,
The World's 'come like a Stranger 'fore my eyes
These vain pathetic deeds, these massive Herds that Heed
Delusions, as the Spirit wanes and dies.
And so I search the Trees, for Traces of some better Seeds,
I lay my Heart at Rest to sing these Rhymes
I draw my Name in Filth, I play the Goat of Guilt
to maybe see a Spark of other times
But I wonder, will they ever.... understand?
All this Love I yield,
that's what's behind this Shield,
and even in the Sword that's in my Hand...
Beyond Guilt, beyond Grace, beyond the Walls of this Maze
To the Essence! To the Core!
Beyond all moral Measure, out to the Fields and to the Pleasures
of the Devil and the Whore...
But I wonder...
And so I roam this World, this great satanic Pearl,
and greet the Seas and Stars from (with)in my Heart
A most comforting Thought: To Them it matter not
if this whole fucking World be torn apart!