Hollow voices are calling me From the depths of nether regions With elaborate tones and their whispers are beckoning And the passage of time slows down for a moment My melting existance is nullified As candles turn into the ashes of wicks What we lived for never existed And will never be found Souls seekers cannot see us Souls seekers cannot see me We have always been just sinful apparitions That sweet godless being in us And so we sin and forever will And so we sin, vices consume but the circle won't cease to exist