Untitled by Sir Markus Furiae.

From the venomous serpents of destruction.

The dark dramas they have made for us.

Shall sacrifice the clowns of stupidity.

That caper in their greedy desires.

The black inverted symbol of reality.

May Megarian curse your mortal world.

The ecstacy of their retributions.

Vehemences and venerations offered.

Like honey and doves in the darkness.

The sisters of twilight arise on wings.

With the majestic calls of ravens.
And your soft velvet caresses touch.
A thousand serpents gently move.
Across my feeble flesh of silence.
Do to all mine own enemies.
All the fitting crimes they deserve.
For dark karma is a kiss of death.
And you are my angels of destiny.