How many times have I gazed into this,
The blackest mirror of my passions?
Times without knowing

Rotting from the inside
Blight has taken hold
Salt in the wounds
Salt in the wounds

I made myself cold and pure
Like the stars
So devoid
Empire of nihilism

All I've seen
All I've touched
All I've felt
Empire of wasted moments

Crown of shit
Throne of regrets
Robe of hate
Sceptre of Disparagement