Balance is my kingdom in flames
Doubt is the essence of shame
We prey on the pleasures of pain

My phallus is a totem of truth
It feeds on the light you produce
Hell is the home of my muse

Evil wears a mask with your name
The cervix is a circle in flames
Survival is the name of the game

A name is engraved in my skull
I reckon an end product is null
Behold just a glimpse of my soul

My name is subjected to hate
They fear what I cause and create
The spark of deception is fate

Life is confined in a cage
Precision is a matter of rage
All beauty is subjected to age

We come from the deepest of wells
We dance in the gardens of hell
Ignore all the secrets I tell
My heart is debased by the vain
Let's hide in our secret domain
And torture the disciples of shame

The core is starting to reek
The blind are requesting to see
Life holds no place for the meek

To die is to merge with our dreams
Success is regarded in fiends
Desist and be reckoned as king

Do what thou will can conceive
Your life is a spear without grief
Arise and refuse to concede

Your teeth, they are lodged in my leg
I shall never cry, never beg
Love is retrieved when we're dead