Ill kind, barren soul
Enshrined in merit scorn
Infernal breed awaiting no relief
Soul purge
Bedeviled since the beginning
Virtue ceases to exist
Crescent hurt was imminent
Naught is left but agony
Nimic ramas doar scrum
Descend me, erase my voice
Marching down this path, embracing the void
Enslaved in plains of silence
Only in death man will rest