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Upon perdition of the perennial quest

The atrophied wings of the inner child

Rotting, scattered, lifeless stare

Chewing on its restricting chain

Burying the token of the leap of faith

Carrying the tomb of my virtuous sins

Living in the abyss that stares into me

Falling down in my mist of peace

Bring my child to an early grave

Spit on the corpse of its burned remains

Pluck my eyes and shut my lips

Bring my aching soul to peace

Sever the marrow of hope and decay

Anoint the void with what’s left of my faith

Defile the scripture carved into my skin

Let every hope collapse from within

I crown the silence as godless and whole

And sign my name in the absence of soul

Remedy - my begotten prey

Rigorous womb of succubus' explicitly

Shadows lurking, mourning breeze

The hissing voice of the world deceased

Rolling eyes at the will to be

Thoughts erased to set me free

Through my pledge to oblivion

I swear my allegiance and submit

To the core of my fear of existence

In the real and the truth to believe

Though my precious delirium

Reminds me of the times we were young

'Tis no morbid deceiver

But a smith that nails my feet to the ground

And now, when my journey comes to an end

Unknown, extinct - oblivious

To the truth I could find

But my pain chose ignorance, spite, contempt

Through my pledge to oblivion

I swear my allegiance and submit

To the core of my fear of existence

In the real and the truth to believe

Though my precious delirium

Reminds me of the times we were young

'Tis no morbid deceiver

But a smith that nails my feet to the ground