And so the empty stare beholds the vacuum stairs
There is no regret
There is no remorse
The increasing simness won't be ignored no matter how hard I tried
Sueaking up behind my bark
A torment phantasm

There is no way
There is nothing there
I tried to find the way but end up swallowed by decay

Of a way should be found it was made by weak human minds and will only lead bark to the same as before
Namely the one which was never there

There is no escape from the inevitable
There is no other way
Only one similar to the other on top of each other and it can't be divided no matter how hard I cry

Just follow the option that is given and gifted
Mutilate the flesh and inhale the stench of mankind from the dangling rope
Open the eyes that won't see and see what I see

Thus the stairs are climbed to realize there is no light
There is no dim refraction
There is darkness

Slowly
Oh so slowly
My wicked dreams resolute
This very drastic feeling of repression is so dominant

The bestial dogma iluminates the absence of genocide
(Shrouded in misty hoar so hoarse as the most gleaming flare)

Disclaim the pity and invite the black slime to commence

Revel in blood, disgust and absinthe
Join the hordes of the ultimate of poison-debris

Reap what we sow as the harvest of everlasting darkness is soon to be unbound

Empty life, unlived life
Despair of life, not roaming life
I am stifled

Insomnia flows in my veins and my blood is still black as pitch

I bathe in demons essence
In melancholy I turn in ecstasy, as my soul is torn apart forever

Born out of the most bizarre of wombs
I lie embalmed in my own blood
Capturing the illusion of what is supposed to be life

Can it be heard or perceived when approaching?
(Because) It can be stopped when fate already has been determined to coils of inane coma
(Believing in fate or not. It believes in you)

Reduced to rotting on a corpse upon another
Seduced to climb the filth to smother
They were already dead so why bother?
Feed them to themselves

Soon I will be so far gone beyond
Dead by my own hand I won't even participate in my own funeral

"Are you ready for the night?
Ready to face and feel it crumble life a beast engulfed by forest-damnation
Parched for isolation maltreat and nearly deceased
Lie still"

Now I know what has demolished me through all these years
I was never meant for submission to the living
I was never really meant for birth. But rebirth

As the last vein is being cut a silent shrick secludes this dying wreck

[instrumental]

It all fades away into a monolith
Like a philosophy of timeless dream
Away from God's enfeebled I

Out of the chains of horizon I stroll
Restlessly and full of longing
Through forests so vast and meadows so endless

Can this be it?
The answer to my plea?
Could it really be?
Was I too blind to see?

The rain paints my mood
Euphoric spheres in a darkened slumber
Mundus vult decipi. Ergo decipiatur

I see the horned messiah rising in the fog
He forms the eclipse and lights my path

Leading into dementia
Could it be the end?

In a neglected garden of wizardry
I found the well where I wondered
I can't hear anything
But the winds crooning my dirge

No life is not worth the pain
No life is not worth the pain
No life is not worth the pain