From the coldness of the mirror

Inhuman eyes stare back at me

The blueprints of decadence are revealed

Subconscious beast revels in aggression

Knowing nothing of boundaries,

My twin of disorder



Killer of souls, a daemon if you will

Inner machine of a destructive design

As real as the air I breathe

As concrete as the ground beneath

He's my reason to practise mayhem

A right to express my hatred



Absurdity! March through me

Turn me into thy fortress

The stronger you grow, the clearer I see

No eyes shall I need in darkness



Drawn into the perpetual greyness of emotions

On the shoulders of a genocide I stand

He carries the invisible jewels of wisdom

He is more me than I am myself,

My twin of disorder



With open arms I shall confront the day

When the dead forsake Gaia's embrace

All of the icons of light rotate half a circle

And escape into nothingness

Then we are no longer two

But one and the same