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 delightflowed, 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


quot;Gaze towards Heavens, and you might catch a glimpse of Me...quot;