Passion stains the godless taste

The human eye now raped and dazed

Our marks of shame soon worn away —

The spider’s trapped in a web of clay

Naked in the desert of delight

Banish the thoughts into the night

Scarecrow — servant of demise

Parting the honey from the flies

What’s in the veins is what to keep

Still the floods of rapture sound asleep

Visions fade and die at ease —

Inferior slaves are ours to please

The last of shadows shapes the end

From mountains high it all descends

One single dagger — unleash the doom

Creation falls in my closed room