Astray, reclushed in the blur of mind Searching the weakness The disease of souls Infects what makes you a man
Blackest wounds are deep open Dignity's rape, down on her knees Dying hopes forms the leather Flogging the skin In an absence of salvation
As the plague among rats Crawling underground Leaving the corpse moaning in sewers No one quits the life surrounded
Miasma rising among the crowd Until the last breath, close to dying
A colourless pit as way for the end, nothing for reward The mind removes a step beyond the light Left the worthless to the fire And the soul to the void
