Divine sickness tears through me like lightning
unsheated by ascending terrors and unwholesome forces

I cut into the night - as the venomous blade I am
His enemies are my enemies in this blackest affair
and blessed with nocturnal wisdom I know their secrets

I cut into the night - as the venomous blade I am
his enemies are mine - in his blackest affair

I bring the fragments of shattered silence to the altar
A trophy of my deeds against the harmony of light

where now rules the tyranny of chaos I make my bed
In luxurious comfort where others find pain

I am the perverter of divine illusions
I am the wolf the sheperds fears

I cut into the night - as the venomous blade I am
the formulae drips - unseen below my feet