Oh reapers bliss, i twist, conform, in the ash of all thats hated
For I shall burn, my flesh is scorned, Im slowly consecrated.
Temptations kiss, so sweet as this, shall strip me of my crest.
My honor fails, the siren wails, and hails to war, no rest.
torture by the flame, the corpses lie in wait, in vain.
Yet piles of these cadavers, take from me so little pain.
I desecrate the temple, for release, for saving grace.
the cold steel bites, for inner peace, I wear scars upon my face.
This torrent of emotion, running rampid in my mind.
Shall surely be the death of all the dreams i've left behind.