Existence, through a spirit`s will
   A force, use the power of evil
  
   Darkness, visualize
   As light pierces through your yearning eyes
   Rebirth, of a lost soul
   Your body, a channel with which to grow old
  
   Mephitic, smell of death
   Rancid flesh, of the undead
  
   Inner screams, useless tears
   Shattered bones.
   My prayer...
   Oh Lord...
  
   ...Help me die.
  
   Please, help me die
  
   This inner gloom,
   a subterrainean hell.
   A morbid sleep,
   in my stygian world.
   My mind is locked,
   at chains my thoughts.
   I pray for death.
   Euthanasize my soul.
  
   Sanctify me!
  
   Epitaph, to mankind
   Engraved, on your mind
  
   Stigmata, on the flesh.
   Dead images, put to rest.