| Lyrics: | Purest in him is the urge to kill
A secret dream, a supressed will
In the night of the
mind
The beast still howls
Calling him into the deepest night
Into the deepest
night
Above the pits of woe
Shines himself the morningstar
Gives him the urge, gives him
the might
To darkest wonders, to darkest arts
True prowess, fulfillment as man
Devours
the one to become one
Takes to not to be taken
Whoever that takes shall be given
Whoever
that falls shall be devoured upon |
