Rise high, yet falling down into the abyss of remembrance

Adoring grace I learned to hate

Consuming all her innocence

And the pain she learned to stand

As slave to my dominion

For vengeance is mine since I became divine



Whilst pride and lies disguise Thy guilt

In the silence of an angel's mind

Bereft of what now lies beyond

The tyrant's thousand burning eyes

I stand beneath eternity with Satan at my side



Still I feel no guilt

As the carcass of a tyrant,

Thy most seductive gift,

Arises by my will and thus

Nevermore shalt doubt her trust



Believing, yet not dying while

Empty words bring forth the silence



Master, that belongs to us since we where

Yearning for her sacred lust



Gifted with instinct:

Unity infects my mind

I curse the source of these emotions

Denying still to accept Thy crime as

Everlasting compromise