Sangtekst: Twilight Ophera. Midnight Horror. Night Beholds The Supreme Clandestine.

Firestorms and lightning flare the black-red sky,
Like heavens burn by the grandous flame
As malevolent rain swipes my vindictive face,
I saw her standing beyond the turnished grave
Desire licks my elated heart
with rapid impulse of acquisitive blood
She turns around and interrupts the breath,
Violently I sense her dismay inside
I grasp the poisonous air of hunger and grave
She disguises herself in the shield of shadows,
But luminous moonlight reveals her hideout.
Night beholds the supreme clandestine
and whispering voices ensnare her to step on my side
I nail her frighten eyes with my glance
and mesmerised she was, lost her chance

I lay her down on the ebony podium
and savour the scent of velvet skin
As candles draw shadows
to her luscious nakes body
I rise my gleaming blade
like beast inside I rage

Sin and disgrace
engrave the flesh of aroused whore
Enchantment of malice
rivalry between lust and scorn

My reflection in the drop of blood,
the bizarre bounce of impervious Seducer
So cruel that fall has such beauty,
in spectacle where soul raptured
from the tormented body