In the nightside of eden by Him
Divided we stand in the light of a frosen sun.
Cursing the gods we have become.
We steal the fire from a sacred heart and bleed the wine.
Unholy we fall in love with the serpent's song and fear nothing.
In the nightside of eden we're born again, dead.
"Forever we are forever we've been forever we'll be crucified to a dream."
Deranged we're tearing away the petals of desire.
Learning the mathematics of evil.
By heart we decieve ourselves to start a war within the realm of senses and decend to the circle number four.
Where we are nothing.