Prudence's fall - Dimmu Borgir

He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation

To the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes

Darkness… My precious companion, even thou can’t see his face

Salvation turned to bleed despair, compassion fled…

Sadistic delight flowed, like Hell burned brighter

Existence woven into darkness, prudence did fall

…In Satan’s beauty, life was found…

A flow of orgasmic fire, swept through the cosmic night

I enthroned darkness triumphant, with the searing trident of the Inferno

Gaze towards the Heavens, an you might catch a glimpse of Me…