How horrible your face has [bad word] within this prison 
I smell your steps on the wooden floor again 
So desperate to keep them silent... you are mine 
With all your masochistic desire 

 Invoke and fight me again 
 Saw your suicidal seed 
 Inhale your schizophrenia 
 Suffer from your faded mind 

 Unlock the shrine 
 Release me 
 Will I kill us? (Will you kill us?) 
 Will I release us? (Will you release us?) 

As [bad word] into your wounds You lose your sight and clench your fists 
You mourn at the brought of your heart, The stench of urine and mould 
You will crawl before me on this wooden floor 
Let the splinters cut you And free the mass that binds us 

You will drivel and howl at this merciless rain... 
These doors will close for you again.