From upwards
Throne, you deserve
Your domani
Of silence lies
Ranks of automatons
Dirty priest
They spread
Your Disease
But something
Remains closed
In your mind:
Desire of Immortality
An obsession that tears your soul
And pushes you to an empty search:
To ruole the underworld demons
To dominate the death
Lust of mortal
Lust of mortal
Decay
Lust of mortal
Lust of mortal
Illusive sight
In your ivory
Palace you praise
Vanishing
Endeavors
Living in
Pleasure of
Oppression
From archaic century
But your force
Suddendly falls
And in darkness
You realise it