LIVING WITHIN THE TORMENT OF ALL OF MY ENDLESS FAILURES.
THE MEMORIES OF LOST HOPE ARE BURNING DEEP INSIDE MY HEAD.
IT'S A NEVERENDING, LOSING BATTLE, REVEALING THE DARK OF IT'S THIRST.
FOR THE NOURISHMENT OF PAIN CONSUMED MY STAINED AND TARNISHED DEPTHS...

AN ENDLESS SEA OF THE BLOOD OF MY FALLING TEARS.
YES, THE STREAMS OF CRIMSON ARE CALLING OUT UNTO DESPAIR.
SPEAKING OUT THROUGH DARK REFLECTIONS OF MY ABSTRACT DEVOTION.
FOR, MY WICKED EMOTIONS ARE ORDAINED BY THE HATRED OF IT'S TWISTED DOCTRINE...

I SEE THE PATH EMBRACING THE SHADOW OF LOST HOPE.
STAGNANT WITHIN THE STALE AIR, UNFOLDING EVIL, GROWING COLD.
I SEEM TO BE FINISHED, IT'S THE END, FOR LIFE IS NOW UNDONE.
FOLDING IN WITHIN ITSELF IS THE CURSE OF A BLACK PRESENCE INSIDE THAT HAS WON...

WITNESSING THE RAGING GAZE OF NIGHTMARES THAT ARE REFLECTING BACK AT ME.
UPON THIS LONELY ROAD TO KNOWHERE, OF THAT WHICH LIES WITHIN BURIED DREAMS...

THE DEVIL WITHIN IS BESTOWED AS THE DAMNATION INSIDE ME RESIDES.
FOR, I HAVE LOST MY TRUE WAY OF LIFE, FOR, THE ESSENCE OF LIGHT THAT ONCE BURNT INSIDE, HAD DIED...