Unleashed From Hell

Back from the dead

Across the axis of dreams

A malicious hunger

The bloodline still streams

I am a martyr of the dark side

A tyrant in soul and flesh

Triumphant I stand in a blaze of fire

As dark silhouettes of dancing shadows

Caress me with desire

I rise from the abyss below

A disciple of darkness

Bound to this earth

The spirit wander

In a realm of emptiness

I am a martyr of the dark side

A tyrant in soul and flesh

My art is a reflection, a mirror of tormented images

A labyrinth of morbid minds cathedral halls of stone

Abysmal ruins

Walking a path of putrefied flesh

In the garden of rotting sculptures

Everything dwells in an aura of death

And the presence of nocturnal vultures