ALL THOSE WORDS OF BLESSEDNESS SOUNDS LIKE THOUSANDS TRUMPETS
BUT INSIDE NOTHING REMAINS OUTWARDS NOTHING HAS REALLY CHANGE
FROM MY MOUTH STILL ESCAPE FEW WORDS OF PROMISING FATE
BUT THEY ALL FALL DOWN IN EMPTINESS, THEY ALL VANISH IN DEAF WHISPER
RUINS OF ELUSIVE REALITY ARE DRAINED OF FRAGMENTS OF FUTILE BEING
PUZZLE OF BROKEN MANKIND WHICH CAN’T GATHER THE LAST FAITHFUL
ECHOE OF SUFFOCATED EXISTENCE SLOWLY PERISH
MY VIEW TURNS BLURRY LIKE A CURTAIN OF GREYISH DUSK
WHY WAS I CURSED THUS? WHAT SINS BROUGHT ME HERE WHERE DESPAIR WHISPER MY NAME IN LIFELESS REALM OF ENDLESS PAIN
BLACK RAVENS SWIRL ABOVE MY HEAD LIKE A BLACK SUN
DAY SLUMBERS IN ENDLESS DARK BRINGING UPON THIS FALLEN WORLD THE WRATH OF THE FORSAKEN
I CALL UPON THE LORD OF SHADOW TO TAKE ME OUT OF THIS DARK ENDLESS ETERNITY