Here, I can still feel this dreary pain Here, a malady serum fills every vein Sad birthgiver of endings That petrified body with 16 bleeding mouths Is it still me? Is it still me?
All senses pierced by anguish and woe From the inside, from the outside From grieving shades crying at me “Where have you gone?” “Where are you now?”
In the warm fumes spread by my own dead mutilated flesh It is there that I am now! In that moment in time, when my soul was torn apart It is there that I am now!
Death! Here sorrow has eyes and wings And it brings more pain and death! Death! Here time is rotten and still Here’s just reiteration and death!
And here… here there’s no flame to cast a shadow of me Now, in this maze of poignant perdition, that shadow is me
And with every step it takes, in anger and fear abhorrent It leads you to the funeral, to the grave, to the interment
To the interment! To the interment! To the interment!
Burn the past to ashes, bury the past with scorn Where trees have taken vows of silence And leaves are stillborn Under that misty, humid cemetery soil In velvet and in ebony, in silent caducity
Lead the grand hearse, carve an earthly womb To entomb this aberration Crippled and refused Within deep layers of nightly profane dirt A secret is withheld, in darkness it’s withheld!
Death! Here sorrow has eyes and wings And it brings more fear and death! Death! Here’s just reiteration and death…
And here, blades and worms still opening wounds fattening the conquering beast Do you think that I am made for resting in peace?