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At the altar of pain I drain my veins

There skeletons dance in a desultory trance

Slave to the non-existent

Victim of the nihilistic

Sentence me to nothing

Let me kiss the hand that starves

The hand which takes the knife and carves

Words hold no truth, your suffering is the proof

God of pain

God of sin

Through you I am born again

Crush my bones, break my skin

Ceremonial torture, let it begin

Create my palace from your bones

Skulls of lovers make up my throne

Screams of sorrow fill my halls

Under my reign passion falls

Blood, bone, skin, flesh

Here on Earth, find no rest

Blood, bone, skin, flesh

Carve a final word, in humanities head; end