Oh Lucifer, tell me why there’s so much despair?

You told me life is but a suicidal game,

Well you are nothing near perfect

Carnage flourishes by your side, telling of many stories of slaughter in its downfall

So I ask nothing of you, since you are nothing near perfect

But who to believe, asks my screaming soul

A single soul found lying in the bitter pain of misery, rejected and sent to hell by God?

Or the cosmos that brought me here to this very game?

I can sense the wraft of defeat approaching ;

Patiently awaiting the sweet, luscious taste of pain in its crazy obsession

My eyes search the dungeons of death now, looking for a way out

Living in such a community should prevail me from feeling so isolated and forlorn

Instead, I find myself surrounded by a world full of zombies, who live on the pain of others

They suck on all my agony, as if it were,

Pleasure, a gold mine of discovery

So beautiful it blinds all eyes with its sacred form

In all my convulsion, I have sworn

I’d never let the carcass of the supposedly “living” enter my world o which is all mine

Oh, don’t look at me,

As if I, would not appreciate the simplicity of nature with its sharpened claws

To tell such a lie, they should hang from the strings of everlasting sorrow

Now i must defeat the demons in my soul

And all of yours too, remember not

But may i ask you, not to so much as tread

On my cursed footsteps?