My thoughts are drifting away, to a time when all, was innocent and pure Like the birth of a newborn wound, blood stains the ground, like snow Cold and isolated Thinking back to what once was, and now is no more there, Dwelling upon a dark past My thoughts are now filled with disgust A creation as pitiful as man itself Cold and isolated Thinking back to what once was, and now is no more there, Time has come to fulfill my obscure desires Once again I show these weaklings Hell