Darkzone Martyrium

Dominus Spiritus Sathanas, Dominus Virtus
 Dominus Spiritus Virtus Sathanas
 Cruel are the eyes of the tyrant
 And his heart is abounded to pain
 In pleasures of agony and torture
 As he begs to bleed in vain
 I perish in my own desire
 I burn within lusting hate
 Destructively the minds inspire
 The soul to terminate
 I ride the ancient overture
 As life is torn astray
 I glance the illusive spectrum
 And all high that fades away
 Black energies in the twilight space
 Comes shieving through the shallow haze
 Into darkness so impure divine
 A bloodshed emotion to evil wine
 Darkzone martyrium, endless vast mystrium
 Give to me the blessing, when I meet my destiny
 Ruin is all there is to feel, and thecold reality of steel
 Life slips through your fingers