I'm over it
You see I'm falling in the black abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last, I see

I hear it fading
I can't speak it
Unless you will dig my grave
We fear them finding
Always winding
Take my hand now
Be alive

You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone

I'm over it
Why can't we be together
Erase it
Sleeping so long
Taking up the mass
At last, I see


Penned by my hand on the 7th of Midsummer, in the year 114 MA.