By the works of Darkness... My By the works of Hatred... Eyes By the rites of the Waste... Meet By the words of Pain... Yours And our eyes meet the flames! Zi dingir Cutha, Kampa! Zi dingir Absu, Kampa! Zi dingir Cutha, Kampa! Zi dingir Absu, Kampa!!! No spice shall ever silence my hunger No wine shall ever silence my thirst. No delight shall ever satisfy my senses No woman shall ever satisfy my lust. My eyes meet yours and I turn my face away
