he became the swarm indeed a pitiful imitation to the verge of a quiet glance an oracle without eyes darkness my precious companion even thou can t see his face salvation turned to bleed despair compassion fled sadistic delight flowed like hell burned brighter existence woven into darkness prudence did fall in satan s beauty life was found a flow of orgasmic fire swept through the cosmic night i enthroned darkness triumphant with the searing trident of the inferno gaze towards the heavens an you might catch a glimpse of me 