Behexen Demonic Fleshtemple
Called to the night in the past
Drawn from the depths,
from the sea of faceless beings
The shadow from the darkest realm
Spirit of oblivion
Seized the careless man
In the deepest pit of the soul
feasting and holding its nest
Obscure force of evil
Inhaling my life
like a black aurrole around me
aspiring my soul
Astral entity,...will not return
to the place of darkness
whence it came in that night
when the moon was so mystical
I stare into the mirror
and I see you right in front of me
You are watching back at me
from the demonic fleshtemple
through the fiery eyes
The unclean spirit of evil...
