Finale hour you will pay – for your love to mystics
Trembling, you kiss – your carved crucifix
This day will witness my unholy death
I smell the whispering angel's breath
Cold – feel – numb
Lord – where are thou

Blinded by the visions – why have thy come
Floating in the twilight of life and death

The unknown is rising and your faith starts to break
Denying you cry – for your salvation
This night will witness my spirit float
Oh yes, I have kissed the goat

Death – has won
God – begone

Float – levitized spirit – leave the corpse's bed
Sense – vaguely – graveclothes
In shreds haunted

I wish I'd never come here
The dead should be left in peace