Besedila: Arcturus. Painting My Horror.

It was a dark night, I couldn't see;
And senses were unbound in ESP

When in dream awake,
I'd paint.
Subconscious, the expanse I saw

The portal to minds eye, open!
- I contemplated
Who it was that pulled the strings

Of those things I saw in dreadful masquerade
Of stark madness went merry round with my head

I passed out, embraced their world
Savoured the poetry of revolt -
Sheer elegy of menace

I have not been the same since,

I took on the profession of a devil
The world I see in a grotesque light

Evil perform with the gestures of a clown

Pure I live in blasphemy
Mephisto I am hidden in Madonnas gown
From the code of common sense I'm free
To bad you are not here to partake my strange horror

'Cause here is where our ways will part
I will not exchange this power,
spring of my suffering,
I do not envy the conscience pure
of the blind man in his bliss world
I would not be devoid the fruit of guile