Из альбома: Metal Survival Kit
My senses, how their impairment embitters me
With each rise and fall of my chest do I breathe such fire
Maintaining this caricature lacking opposition, I have stained the sheets of so fair a berth
I've wept for aeons in the maelstrom of vile addiction
The hounds, their symphony, accompanies me no more
The ties of depravity, my heart now ensnared
How I have hung my head in regards to such shame, morals conflicting my disposition
The discolour of my will, now afflicting the neurotransmitters now prevalent in my despair
With Id-like intent am I enclosed within such parameters
Though mortified, I am not bewildered
Colossal defeat, I shall ascend your cliffs again
I have not yet rested in my grave
This will not be my undoing
Thine ashes encompass me, countess of all repulsions
In ruin have I fashioned such wounds, to forever reconcile these memories
I will kneel no more
Oh, darkest of venoms, I draw thee out