To Thee, thy course by lot is given Guilt breeds suspicions and deceptions From Eden to contemporary times Charge and strict watch must be made Ageless task A Burden of Penance For centuries to come Through me you go into the city of grief Through me you go into the pain that is eternal Through me you go among people lost Abandon hope, all ye who enter Lifeless eyes Ever vigil Exanimate Gaze that is our tyrant and enemy Take it, my love Let this knife lead you to us Make you well again