The Pride Of Perdition

An even ray closes me 
In this circle of darkness 
I can't escape. 

Sometimes a child sings his lullaby, 
smiling of dead angels. 
Watch ! The empty paradise 
awaits The God of soul and stone - severance ! 

Oh lovely destroyer, 
I bestow you my corrupt plagues. 
Your blood is mine, Lord: we die. 
My blood is yours, Lord: Let's die.