All of us feel pain inside All of us taught of suicide As seasons turn to dark I feel no More the chill of fright Hungry is the seed of might That hunts thy power almight Two voices one kind In the dark side of mind
Dead eyes don't see My pain is less than real Dead hearts don't feel No more I wanna feel Pain saw through my darkest eyes My shift in hell in earth is genocide Cursed I am to believe But still I reign to conceive I hear now the choir of souls Anthems of salvation for the heretic No light to follow nor grave to lie Just the path for ruin by my side