Through the fog I see Valhalla
Glittering lights hereby enticing me
"The call of the void is comforting"
Said the scrying mirror, inviting me
Hard pill to swallow, that the shallow thrill
Of wallowing in sorrow destroys my chosen dreams
The left-hand path I walk's been littered with glass
(Broken despite the sheen)
Two steps forward and three steps back, I'll regress 'til I collapse
True-life horror, scopes, et mourir
Clothes adorned in funeral-all-black
Repress memories warning that
My inner-youth's torn with torment
My behavior reflects I'm mourning
The loss of the life I once wanted
But the idea just seems so foreign, now
What a damn shame I can't ignore
The urge to complain and keep the score
Forsaken thy name, 'fore I was born
The demiurge's face twisted upward,
My fate's been settled and filled up with scorn
Sealed with lace, a kiss a from death and
Baphomet guarding the padlocked door
Conditioned, forlorn, as Pavlov's bell I've endured