Fiery Mysticism

Her vision is misty as smoke

Mists and the smokes of dark

Desirable fullmoon is near

In air her vison as spark

Fire's tongues is tickle her body

He was waiting all who here and now

Path to eternity

He was waiting all who here and now

Blood on the cold couch

Sweetness of suffering

Excitements of lust

Let's fell!

...cold like by needle

Here and forever

Pitiful was called to himself

When gates to the air he closed

Ugly creation, insanity myth

You are all here and now

Let stretch out your hands

Your master don't blind you're by light

By light from the heavnes of lies

Your life burns and burnt

The flames of the end

Our flag is still risen

Rising and immortal

Eternal fiery mysticism