---

To Thee, thy course by lot is given


Guilt breeds suspicions and deceptions


From Eden to contemporary times


Charge and strict watch must 
be made

Ageless task


A Burden of Penance


For centuries to come

Through me you go into the 
city of guilt


Through me, you into the pain that is eternal


Through me, you go among 
people lost


Abandon hope, all ye who enter

Lifeless eyes


Ever vigil


Exanimate Gaze

that is our tyrant and enemy

Take it, my love


Let this knife lead you to us


Make you well again

Tibi Sortu Cursus


Tuum Vigiliaque


Severa Munus