How the shroud is lifted from your path
now you can see your misery
now your blades shines with malignancy
now suicide is a sweet word.
How your secrets leave scars
now the blood and sorrow are entwined
now you live in decadence
now you whisper a prayer.
Now thw crown of decay is infinite
now sufferinf reigns supreme
now the path becomes fearsome
now your visions twists in darkness.
Now your cries are ignored
now your hands guide the blade
now you are hound in chains
now you descend to poverty.
Now your path has led to nothingness
now the end suffocates you without mercy
the infinite crown of decay.