Oh great despair Why do you touch me so The honesty of existence Lamen powers bestow I have seen the future What has become of us? An infected wound we cannot suture Buried by time and dust Vines and thorns tear Like a claw in my brain Time to thin out the heard I will show you the meaning of pain You live in a prison of lies Faith without reason When sinning becomes too comfortable You blame it on the season A construct of amicable distress Created by a reason to confess An ideal of purity Void of rational maturity Entities of Hell and Heart Aeons Ablaze!