In my never-ending quest To reach absolute perfection I climb up the decrepit walls of my keep My empire is crumbling...
And I am falling down A I reach for culmination The shadows of my vanity are deepening A life's work cast in concrete and skeletal remains...
Reaching the crest of my fort Struggling upon walls of never-ending sleep Closed eyelids covering burning passion My desire and hatred collide Into an intense repulsion...
All their hearts, all their blood Their divine nectar I have consumed Under the cynical glimpse of the vulture's song Perished they are Their beauty didn't last (long)...
I am the Judas of fate Becoming the artefact of my hate I am well aware that it's too late
Devilry and sloth, my companionship, well... I, the architect of my own hell...
