Из альбома: The Pernicious Enigma
Passing through matter,
I tear onwards
Bitterness empowers my will,
Darkness permeates the living tissues of my flesh,
As I surround
Chaos revels in my mind
Celebrate the destruction,
Scorn the travesty of times
Such times of nonchalance
The unforeseen tragedies shall be a monument,
To my will
For they shall be as non-being
Engulfed by the strength of past
Have I not laughed when it did come?
Devoured the pain
Now it is mine,
To wield,to bestow
The fuel of my acumen
Not of woman born, Are we
But of pain and anger
The feisty depths of passion,
To which mortals could only fear
As Lucifer,we were not cast down,
We each took our own kingdom
Nothing is so endearing to behold
As the fortitude of will,
In it's merciless cascade
To satiate the dreams of mortals
Invoke the zenith of transcendence,
Dressed in oratory skills
Tear asunder the volition,
Power,in it's purest form
A storm to the testimony of time!
[Lyrics-Greg,Autumn 1995]
[Music-Greg,Autumn/Winter 1995]