A Black shadow guides my way Sulfur burns my eyes Macabre visions dull my senses I walk through the gate Consuming my soul, cleansing the Pain of life Orgies of deprivation, mutation With the beast, born under the Morning star, hymns of the locust Swarm turn to deafening screams Of unnatural lust, the smoke of Burning angels provide an incense Of grandiour, animated corpse like Creatures vomit forth a black elixir of unlife, I drink from the skull Goblet of Christ denied enter the paradise of pain. I am home!