Alone, rational thoughts submerged by the fear
Dark, only faint visions of the [bad word] appear
In sporadic tone, [bad word] of beauty turned grim and cold...

Once again, I must face the horrors of regret
Antiquity arrives before it is [bad word] 
Only to leave behind an empty shell of delirium.

Waiting only prolongs the wanting
Living only prolongs the arriving
Death knows no regret of a mournful refusal

In sporadic tones [bad word] of beauty turned grim and cold...