Touching my inner believe
as dose as my breath
the evil spirit disease
Walks upon the beating heart
the dark whining serpent´s tongue
sucking the best out of my wost part
The change of the twilight forces
the mind´s driven into paranoia
Shades hunting without causes
Divine Inputs in the dorm of black
,,Chambre de la nuit"
awaiting the satanic attack
The dead corpse lying between
forever bursting antidotes
but non´s ready to contravene
"You will be like God
you will know good & evil"
when you´ re dead-I prornise, I prornise