Stigmata (Seed Of Anti-Babylon)

Those dreams Thou hidest before my sleep
In darkness dwells their potency
Until unleashed in ecstasy of monumental pride
So purely focused within my heart
I promise we will never part, my darkness
Let the blind ones kill the light
And even death shall not survive

Alas, I await these final days
When all false grace shall be washed away

Thus, torn apart am I between the worlds that I once knew
Unequal are the boundaries of mental strength
Through which my will surrenders to instinct
Unleashed is hatred, the seed of existence
Possessed by alliance's words they shall die

Und was mir bleibt sind nur die Traenen
Worin die Finsternis noch brennt
Unvergessen diese Seele
Die nun die Welt vom Feuer trennt
Vergib mir die Unendlichkeit
Es tut mir leid, es tut mir leid

Combining silence with primal fear
I hunger for lost innocence
Pray for an end but no-one hears
The echoes in a sheltered mind
Sheltered from the path of Thine

Our hearts remain as one to forever be undone
I will intoxicate the sun
Burning colder since they're gone
In an endless maze of remembrance
...breeding grace... vengeance...
(As I adore the lack of existence)