When despair arrives, I shall forget 
Consciousnesses, sad as I defend 
Which display reflects the decay? 
Transparent mirror of the man 
It’ll never die while bringing the horror 
Into your gloomy lives hidden under arrogance 
No, we’ll [bad word] back to this world 
You always will stay alone 
Because I’m dead, so no more attacks and shadows of the past
As poisoned blood I feel eternal wretched despair 
Demoralizing of my fate 
If all I can say to be undead promoted my prison for a liar 
Incarcerated due to Xloya’s guilt 
You’ll encounter the real [bad word]  just about to wub one out 
Don’t cry, Xloya 
Nothing is a fault of the whole herd 
Desperate you fall at your knees 
Concerned this life is full of tragedy, 
Injustice and pain which occupy every your step 
However guilt may be washed away 
By sacrificing what you love at highest rate 
Your slavery.