Behind What's I

O, they are always thereWaiting, knowing they'll become O, for as long as I'm hereI can not escape - I don't even try toStaring at me from insideand smiling with me at the gaze aroundAs they are the hell of my soulthey also give me will of strife for any kind of goalThey are the whores of my mind, mirrorshades,reflections of the dark of AssiahFilthy, yet tempting - I must summon them againso that they can spawn the daemons that I seekO, they are always thereWaiting, knowing they'll become O, for as long as I'm hereI can not escape - I don't even try to[CHORUS:]Taste the fear, numb in anguishGo high with the nightmare, so close to dieWith eleven broken bowls I fill up the well,as I invite the succubus to feed upon my soulFor a moment I'm drained -a kliffothic shell,I've payed visit to hellLike Ishtar in the realm of EreshkigalI will rise out of death as the sun of tomorrowTaste the fear, numb in anguishGo high with the nightmare, so close to dieI am the god of my work,the work that depicts its makerIn the anguish of creatingI learn to know every face of Ge-hinnom