Ihsahn

Night comes with a smell of murder
And shadows fall long on my trail
Such are the hazards of my craft
All lights disperse
And the devil takes me down
There is panic in my fascination
Like soothing wine is my despair
Gracefully I fall to pieces
Then lights disperse
And the devil takes me down
The gears keep turning
And the ropes stretch far
In this world of hopelessness
I have come a long way now
The fatal riddles