My hate is built on grief, a lust for revenge to ease the guilt A condition
Of helplessness where you're suffering is my only cure I worship the
Bitterness to increase the pain and prolong the mourning Remorse means
Nothing at all my hate has blinded me

I am what is remembered, what I do is what remains

Dark tunes break the silence, as my fear withers I grief my loss The dawn
Of solitude is the end of my happiness

I am what is remembered, what I do is what remains The memories will fade
Away, they will be buried in time

I can no longer see the boundaries that keep me sane I am all instinct now,
Flesh is flesh and hate is all No hope only bitter feelings, it's all
Unreal no comprehension I am shattered the past is gone, only hate prolongs

I am what is remembered, my malice is what remains