(Music by bartsch/matton - january 93) (Poems by bartsch - december 92) When the dark lord told me to live I felt the raised lust of possession Afterwards the death yell of an impaled nine-eye Gotten through my dutiful ears I had to think of all the lost creatures Which strived of their existence In the streaming of my black blood Nocturnal shadows, which glorified The resurrection like trumpets Offered me the right way into hopelessness Enlighten my path into inaccessible licence But though a blessed aspiration after mercy Fled from the eternal solitude And discovered the deliverance With the beauty of a rotten insect.