Grating… grief… Against my will i break the seal Of my seclusion…
The abyss is drinking my soul to the last drop… The river of tranquility is only water…
A face without eyes, without lips… Gaping sinister holes… A mouth opened like a grave…
Despair is visible… Oppressing winds… Styx is gnawing a frame of the burnt boat… A wound in the neck… Bleeding like a necklace… I colour my hands red… The dogs will lick slush off the sand…
The abyss is drinking my soul to the last drop… The river of tranquility is only water…
