Every move that we make are for our own sake You see yourself in the eye of others, Why the hell do you bother? You are the civil man dying for a Promised Land I live in the wilderness to avoid human emptiness Firstborn in the hall of the mountain Wandering through the endless woods Surviving on weaker creatures This solitary ambience feels so good With love for myself I have no need for pride I avoid human contact I live my own life Your aggressive and selfish fright, Keep you awake every night You hide in the shadows from the past But the past resurrects and makes the pain last Wounds from times best forgotton Are reopening with a smell so rotten In the hours of despair When wounds open and grief overwhelms You close your eyes and cherish moments From a simple yet so perfect time When anxiety didn't haunt your mind A variety og choices Multiplicity of stupidity Either path chosen Lead in the same direction The abyss seem unavoidable For the man without affections (Faelfilth)