Existence, throught a spirit's will
A force, use the power of evil
Darkness, visualize
As light pierces through your yearning eyes
Rebirth of a lost soul
Your body, a channel with witch to grow old
Mephitic, smell of death
Rancid flesh, of the undead
Inner screams,
Useless tears,
Shattered bones
My prayer
"Oh Lord
Help me die"
"Please help me die"
This inner gloom,
A subterrainean hell
A morbid sleep,
In my stygian world
My mind is locked,
At chains my thoughts
I pray for death
Euthanasize my soul
Sanctify me!
Epitaph, to mankind
Engraved, on your mind
Stigmata, on the flesh
Dead images, put to rest