Rottenness near the most beautiful soul
The flesh disappears with the sinner's dreams
The space becomes more clear and the matter won't be touched

Ideological reforms? Now there's no time
I agonize alone
Fear, Fright, Rage, Remorse
And the anguish of the ordinarily lost time

Pointed rocks where I sleep
Scars and wounded in my imaginary skin
Pain captures my being
Death becomes the answer for a bad lived life

The wrong god choice made me a deceived blind man
The pact are keeping my hopes
Of a better life after death

Ruin becomes my largest experience
Life in the end
And Death arises from nothing
I'm no longer willing to live after death
But I won when I assumed my mortal mistake.