A blinded hermit in oblivion, disgraced

Like Odysseus lost in Poseidon′s endless domain

In a realm devoid of solace, I roamBut these sorrows are mine, and mine alone

Wayward like a forlorn mutt astray

Stertorous I heave Atlas' torturous weight

I am lost in a moment and the moment is lost in me

But I shall endure new life in my agony

With anima sprawled open

With corpus violently split

I bled for you

Now you bleed for me

I do not possess the prowess of mighty bards and poets

Void of ambition to evangelize (evangelize)

Yet there′s poetry in my blasfemia to be freed

So, chant on ye filthy whores, profane and so malign

With anima sprawled open

Corpus of boundless rifts

I wept for you

Now you weep for me

With hearts profoundly scorched

Wounds weeping sanguine

I burnt for you

Now burn without and within

Lend thy ear onto me

And heed my prayer

Incline thy all-seeing eye

And heed my call

This war cry could never be silenced

But weep no more my brethren

Thy herculean labor shall endure forevermore

Forevermore

Shall endure forevermore

Forevermore

Forevermore