The fears of my past are more than real.
No script will [bad word] 
All I have is the eyes of my nightmares.
The beginning of the end is upon me.
This is the nature of depravity.
Only faceless figures await me.
The eyes of a failed sinner, a body where the dead lay.
This is the heart of the sick.
The nature of depravity.
The fears of my past are more than real.
Its only lust and obsession.
All emotion lies in decay.
I [bad word] the darkness, I let it in.
This is the heard of the sick.
The fears of my past are more than real.
No script will [bad word] 
I [bad word] the darkness, I let it in.

4. Adornment Of The Sickened

The precious passing of a beautiful face.
An inhuman perversion from on mistake. [bad word] removal of the heart.
Adornment of the sickened.
This is the crowning of the undead.
Now I watched in embittered sorrow.
And dream of her in death, dream of her in death.
On my own back, turned from the light.