Paroles de I Am Dead / The Wrong Master

Complacency slaverings of misanthropism repressed Oppressive blackness - Inks over pleas of an another dying sun Hails rebirth of a once-deposed past Transcended some wild night Of tormented spirits In the abyss calling for mine Oh ! egeria of passion Which incubus spirit thine majestuous steps disfigured so Unto such a spasmodic waltz For in wailing vortex Nights throughout with every defaced life intrigue Where is there blood that drips to see That's only curdled red wheresoever to see Never would nor should i ever know whence infinity admire Am i conscious i am dead Lost in hypnotic dispossession of my soul But the only thing i know is the fear to die The fear to die Delectations of limbonic art Embrace me for more than twelve Out of knowledge.... .... and here Saved by dogmatic possession of my soul Never shall i.... Die !