His majesty in my flesh
Wondering this night-time
Wondering the image
Wondering all the blood and
His majesty in my flesh

The two faces I see in the mirror
one with a glance and one without
The reason for that I've learned long time ago
The black mass and the promise I made before

Give me the strength to decide
whether I will live or die
Make me strong enough to kill myself
or too weak to survive
Give me again this feeling
when I finally stopped believing
and schizophrenia, an illusion of mind
turned physical, so did the evil inside.

The earth is temporary
all the morals I've seen are as well
The death reaches everybody
and soon we all gather in hell

- October 2009