In these nights of magic

Where great pamis obscured

By the fantasy dragon made real

By the powers of lingering trauma

I looked beyond the dawn of day

Beyond the angstridden faces

Into the mind captured behind

Living the lie of the weakened ones

I captured the moment given

I denied the sickening love

Turned to the purity of anger

I saw myself in the abyss

Complete fullness I now own

I return to earth a demonrace

Denied by man through ages

Now I walk the dying soil

Atrocities turned beauty

Machines of torture turned art

Beneath your cities I sleep

At dawn I weep