From the Mist, (Of Niflheim).

I sense this, "Daemon," scheming
With my intellect

Screaming to

Dreaming
Thru my fantasies

Bleeding
Into my soul

Clawing
To take hold

Out of the deepest recesses and
Caverns
Of, "Tartarus," that lies w/in
me it emerges
To lay hold

Thru the cadavers of all things
in me dead
It shows its gaunt head

Till w/in me as, "Legion," it
reigns in my stesd
Caverns that w/in me have become
Indifferent
And echo with the song of the
Dead

"Its late enough, no more time for lying
Come see what's mine
That's a study of dying
How to do it right
You're a little older
Get your bed in the loose
If you're hanging around
I'm holding the noose

Come a little bit closer
And get on tight
In a hearse rolling over
Your soul
Just a track in the line
Fuck it

Come on, lets go driving
Come on, lets take a little ride
That's the study of dying
How to do it right"

This malevolence wants to take
the wheel tonight