In black, the demon stalked the foul dark Earth,
The morbid haze that blinds the eye of Man.
Faded Creation makes for him a berth,
And Life is stolen from mighty God's plan.
Despair and strife are ours, the fruit of sin,
Wallow in dark, in agony, enflamed.
Heavy and ponderous the hate within,
Makes me to die, to burn, perish, be damned.
Cry out and scream, it is futile for me,
The death-black sword, it kills the inmost soul.
I choke and struggle 'gainst, my bonds to free,
The only sound, the bell of my death-toll.
O God, I cry for my salvation key,
But, still I sit in immorality.