To strike a final blow through empathy To grant you death means to deny myself to see
Your life's a torment, your life's infernal pain And time is like a poison in your vein I live in you and slowly wreck you day by day I'm full of life, vitality and bloom as you decay My name is Agony, I am your primal fear Nobody will recall your name after you disappear You are the pale shadow of your own gravestone And no one there but autumn to lament upon It's only one whose tears will rinse your rotting corpse Opium's child, son of mankind, rest in curse
I will be there, I'll witness your demise I'll see the tears running down from your eyes
I will prolong your life, no mercy will be shown I will rejoice your torment and won't strike the final blow