Life has taken me again back to pain
And fallen to its delusions I came to Death
"Bestow upon me
A heart of stone,
A soul in dream dead sleep,
A frigid flesh"
Through constant anguish
And masochistic efforts over this tortured self
I was teaching my soul to ignore
The wounded heart up-risen
Fought against this dead torment with radiance
Coming from where THERE IS NO DEATH
Through the shroud of pain I beheld the Two Beauties
Both in gold and dirt
Force fed, I don't choose any fuckin' longer
Being enslaved by what I am and will ever be...
The wounded heart up-risen
Fought against this dead torment with radiance
Coming from where NOTHING IS NOT
