That night you were indescribably beautyful O messanger of my suffering In pain we rest with the night And the luminosity... That night you were my torch Which eternal blaze Brought all the demons to me... Priestess of the night Latern of the morning star The crown of death is on your head Illuminating path for the mad Of damnation and sin... And when the sun will rise Never fear again Defiance and pain, it's who I am... Like the dark that has it's profundity So I call the primitive rights You shall not have strange gods before me And forfeit the syndrom of pulchritude Giving yourself mto the impulse...