... Sitting in a rock
In a forgotten place
In a forgotten age
The breeze burnt my eyes
And the weight of my memories in homicide
 [bad word] my souls
The tomb's legion yelling my name
And my putrid flesh obey
Bleeding in disgusting pain
Bleeding in imminent sorrow
The ancient pest shall fall over me
Bring me desolation and endless demise
To negation of all kind of life
I am lost in a forest of no hope
I curse the existence of goodness
The rain fails to wash the blood of my hand
The [bad word] near... To eat my flesh...