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Hidden horrors strive from the inner mind And all life is altered to sadness Rapture is now the painted crime Images are enriched with madness I watched as it opened right before me A vortex reflection of the mystery sea Where pain and pleasure do collide Where compassion shall never abide Here no beast hides his face behind a mask Here no hollow words are spoken There breathes no forgiveness No chains grow to be broken This would no mortal creation ever bear For the forlorn sins I hereby share I am a part of this dark and demonic feast The walls are laughing in the Temple Of The Beast Give me wings and give me horns Infest my heart with Thy morbid thorns Blind my sight with the infernal flame And I shall slaughter to honour Thy name From Letras Mania