Twilight Omen

Back from the dead
 Across the axis of dreams
 A malicious hunger
 The bloodline still streams
 I am a martyr of the dark side
 A tyrant in soul and flesh

 Triumphant I stand in a blaze of fire
 As dark silhouettes of dancing shadows
 Caress me with desire
 I rise from the abyss below

 A disciple of darkness
 Bound to this earth
 The spirit wander
 In a realm of emptiness
 I am a martyr of the dark side
 A tyrant in soul and flesh

 My art is a reflection, a mirror of tormented images
 A labyrinth of morbid minds, cathedral halls of stone
 Abysmal ruins

 Walking a path of putrefied flesh
 In the garden of rotting sculptures
 Everything dwells in an aura of death
 And the presence of nocturnal vultures