In the dungeon, my soul rests.
My eyes filled with tears.
Preachers of sweet lies,
Preachers of misery,
Preachers of decadence...

Anger growing in my feet
Choking my soul
This isn't a nightmare
It's love...

My mind don't give me any peace.
I hear the echoes of your voice,
crawling under my skin.
I feel my bones breaking down,
and my eyes can't no longer see...

Quietly lying in the darkness
My shivered bones
Little heart started to break
This love was born to die



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