My black soul, slowly bleeds, fragrant sweet, slowly drowns 
I scream for pleasure in presence of death, violence is my blood 
Nobody dares to look at me my eyes are full of disgrace 
Fly, fly away, my black soul 
Your face twisted by fear incites my cells, my blood regenerated by horror 
I laugh observing your rotten minds, and feed myself brutal things 
Fly, fly... 
Arcane symbols are my light and my trust, dead skin adorns my body and my soul 
IN HOC ETI
AM ANIMA P
OENAS EXHI
BET Your face... fly, fly...