I will die tonite for the second time

I must die tonite

I could taste the wine, but it's too late

I'll burn with pride

I'll die tonight upon the storm



And I will cry over heavens

No wound shall ever satisfy my senses



No wound !

Never !



And I will cry over heavens

No wound shall ever satisfy my senses

And in my journey within the night

I have made love with the divine



In rememberance of an existence

Which has much been filled with void and nothingness

I'll burn with pride

I'll die tonite

I'll die tonite upon the storm



Feel the flesh of sacred Aeons



I have felt all around me the flesh of sacred Aeons

In my womb grows the child of thy fornication



My hour is almost come when I to sulphurous and tormenting flames

Must render up myself



Now I can touch your lips

And kiss you goodbye

For I leave

For I leave you alone



Eternity ain't enough

Frozen heat of hell overcame my body

You're not enough for me



No woman nor man

I shall ever love

As I only praise

My own sad savour