Haunted nights for halcyon days
Can't sleep to the scraping of his voice
Nature's way [bad word] grief in me
And I became a ghost in sickness

Willingly guided into heresy
Beneath the surface, stark emptiness
And you'd pity my conviction
Whereas I thought of myself as a leader

You'd cling to your pleasant hope
It is twisted fascination
While [bad word] the obstacles into despair
And I'm praising death

Lost love of the heart
In a holocaust scene memory

Decrepit body wearing transparent skin
Inside, the smoke of failure

Wept for solace and submit to faith
In his shadow I'm choking
Yet flourishing

Master

delusion made me stronger
Yet I'm draped in pale withering flesh
I sacrified more than I had
And left my woes beneath the mire