"In [bad word] 
©2009

Cold is the stone, cold is the heart
Low is the breath, cold sweat, burning blood
Bells toll
Lights going out. Shadows flocking behind. 
This vault soon will [bad word] my burial ground
Abused and kidnapped, thrown down in the cell
Five days slowly dragged on in this carceral [bad word] They came in the night or the day, I can’t tell
And dragged me away…

I have been poisoned
And [bad word] through my veins
I’m passing out. Will I wake up again?...

As I’ve picked up from slumber the hunger I felt
I tore up bondages in which I was held
Something inside drives me insane
It’s burning within, the spirit of Cane
Desire grows stronger and clearly I feel
The taste of sweet blood on my lips

I have been poisoned
And [bad word] through my veins
I’m passing out. Will I wake up again?...

I have been poisoned
And [bad word] through my veins
I’m passing out. Will I wake up again?...