Divine sickness tears through me like lightning unsheated by ascending terrors and unwholesome forces I cut into the night - as the venomous blade I am His enemies are my enemies in this blackest affair and blessed with nocturnal wisdom I know their secrets I cut into the night - as the venomous blade I am his enemies are mine - in his blackest affair I bring the fragments of shattered silence to the altar A trophy of my deeds against the harmony of light where now rules the tyranny of chaos I make my bed In luxurious comfort where others find pain I am the perverter of divine illusions I am the wolf the sheperds fears I cut into the night - as the venomous blade I am the formulae drips - unseen below my feet