Embittered by cadaverous daze
Unconscious, led for torment
Hands tied with thorns of lies, far from the repent
My will, placed in the noose
This pitfall of despair
They call and I refuse to take a sip of air
Pity the night that ends
In moist deep delve I lay
I need to close my eyes and start the slow descent
The fables I've created will disappear with me
And in this very moment I'll end my agony