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