There is no sacrifice without blood,
There is no soul without tears,
I want to know all souls,
Therefore I shall drink all of your tears…
There is no gesture lacking a meaning,
There are no lies before your reaper,
The lady with the scythe knows all,
In the moment she sips life from your soul...
Sweet oblivion, I know you, I’ve seen you
So close that time, just for a moment,
My mind was alone, there was no torment,
It was but peaceful darkness dragging me away...
A suitable place for my tired bones,
My own piece of hell where no mortal shall intrude,
Damnation is measured in the lies we believe,
What dreams may come, shall come and go…