I take upon my shoulders the weight of the world Blood and ugliness, bitterness and pain Death, mourning, sadness and deep shadow Still the world is hard to accept I cast away the body, the seat of pain and doubt My gaze does not fall on the lifeless My touch shall not heal the lost and the blind I shall make torpid earth wake to primeval chaos Charmed by dark beauty I free nightly spirits from the abyss I still remain a part of the only mystery Kindling desires in souls gone astray I am liberty, the Devil's own work An iris of fire, an oracle mad The flame I carry and you follow Dances to the wingbeat of my black arts If but a drop of what I feel Flew up in the sky Wings would lift infinity And the universe would burn like a torch Run, run, running in the Dark