The return is marked by your fears
Harboring the terror from my soul
I am old, alas have never lived
Yet I seize to disappear

The night will bring your blood
Washing off the dust in my mouth
Hunger racing with my depression
Suffering in every sense of the word

Buried deep within the heart
Darkness of the triumphant past
My cursed soul yearning for an end
Endless in ruin and despair

Plague and ashes...miserable dreams
A quest to see a world that not exists
Fading of the flesh and humanity
Born from a rotten evil womb

Dead...inside these carnal veils
Cursed...to hurt with every step
Dead...to wander without reach
Cursed...yearning that which is denied