No candle can light this dark place happy 
I look on traces of tragedy 
Tears still wet and mould through these walls 
When I was sober and clear in mind 
I saw the warmth and made it to my home 
This crypt of putrefying flesh 

Entombed, now in utter [bad word] 
Concealed, away from you, mankind 
Dismayed, by their liveliness 
pharaoh's tomb built by suffering 

Now crippled by intoxication 
I realise this is [bad word] 
Is life eternal here 
O please [bad word] and save me 

I know I hold the daggers 
Five hundred blades at my heart and throat 
Cutting with devilish slowness 
Mars has turned its moons on me 

Forever I shall endure 
My souls burning ache 
And I must prevail 
Though my heart a thousand times will break