Behind what's I

O, they are always there

Waiting, knowing they''ll become O, for as long as I''m here

I can not escape - I don''t even try to

Staring at me from inside

and smiling with me at the gaze around

As they are the hell of my soul

they also give me will of strife for any kind of goal

They are the whores of my mind, mirrorshades, reflections of the dark of Assiah

Filthy, yet tempting - I must summon them again

so that they can spawn the daemons that I seek

O, they are always there

Waiting, knowing they''ll become O, for as long as I''m here

I can not escape - I don''t even try to

Taste the fear, numb in anguish

Go high with the nightmare, so close to die

With eleven broken bowls I fill up the well,

as I invite the succubus to feed upon my soul For a moment I''m drained -

a kliffothic shell, I''ve payed visit to hell

Like Ishtar in the realm of Ereshkigal

I will rise out of death as the sun of tomorrow

Taste the fear, numb in anguish

Go high with the nightmare, so close to die

I am the god of my work,

the work that depicts its maker

In the anguish of creating

I learn to know every face of Ge-hinnom