Moments of true harmony come when eyes are closed 
Witnessing the abyss like the opening of the black mamba's mouth 
I shall not cry out! 
A sense of bliss, eyes open with endearment of Kuro 
Reveal my destination that surrounds 
An altar of shadow, entered from a depth that is hollow 
Chants of Aquerra, envelop the lair 
Red curtains flow down the stairs, resembling blood 
Not divine though it flows from above 
Each step draws a creek 
In darkness one is bound 
I am in awe to appreciate the scene, yet try to delude in thinking it's a dream 
I touch broken glass; feel the warmth as plasma trickles fast 
Engraved like a tattoo, not simple art but work of dark arts 
Darkness brings cover and light full exposure 
No longer have I walked on a road to nowhere 
Visions of Cemetery Lane re-enter the brain 
For from under this place lies sacred ground 
Black pupils reflect blackness from a priest's hooded robe 
One glimpse turns the body cold 
Yet bold, I join to congregate in Kuro 
Disciples with no faces smile and lure me to mimic their chants 
Behind, naked women start to dance 
The rhythm leads to trance 
Such devotion, a limitless power 
The one who is fallen has the Earth to rule 
My mind a collective, hypnotic the thoughts 
My eyes turn to the one who is caught 
Paraded to the altar, the shadows embrace 
The light from a dagger reflects the wonder of those without face 
Celebration for the release of spiritual power 
I am led, empowered by the dead 
Anointed with a mysterious potion 
I to succumb to chant with devotion 
Loyal to the captured inferno, behold the nocturnal mass