He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation

to the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes

Darkness ... My precious companion, even thou canst see His face

Salvation, turned to bleed despair, compassion fled ...



Sadistic delight flowed, like Hell burned brighter

existence woven into darkness, prudence did fall



... In Satans beauty, Life was found ...



A flow of orgasmic fire, swept through the cosmic night

I enthroned darkness triumphant, with the searing trident of the

Inferno



"Gaze towards the Heavens, and you might catch a glimpse of Me ..."