Remnants of human consciousness in you
Polish your rage
You'd give it away without regret
All the stars let you down
Your lost paradise is fading
The wailing of false prophecies
Leading your straight into those ice-cold arms

Fear lurks in the dark
You'll all shrouded in it
I'll take you up into a vortex
I'll carry you away into the endless starry space
You can't see my veiled face
Anxiously clasping the clammy hand

The sign of blood imprinted on your arm
Will make you follow my way
You'll open your eyes to the cravings you'd never known
You'll be the witness of agony
Everything will change
Your eyesight hearing smell will sharpen

The pain will make you want become one of us

[Diary entry:
Friedrich suggested that we should meet in the drawing room in the evening. He said it was time to explain everything. He also added that he wanted to put me to some kind of test...]

[For a long time they were savouring the taste of exquisite spirits in silence. He was sipping has laudanum alternately with spiced beer. Suddenly his contemplation was interrupted by a rustle reverberating through ominous silence which shrouded the room like a thick mist.
"Laudanum (...) was an alcoholic tincture (dilute solution) of opium that was used in European medical practice as an analgestic and sedative."
Source: Encyclopedia Britannica.]