A temple of hate my mind has come to be
The thought of bittersweet solitude becomes a vast isolation in fissure
Nightshade poisons me to feel earl grey

At ease now my sanctum crumbles
Discovery in manifestation appealed in false hope
Embracing each day in rememory
With my eyes clenched shut, I’m always seeing the distance
The tusk in the abyss
The clash of truth in deceit
Binding in revulsion, only to turn away
Long away

Treachery! The taste of the blade will stain the traitors tongue
Knowledge of execrable aptness holds dear to me

Cast in iron, bound in fratricide
Into the ancient ways of umbra
Descending toward the abscence of life
The black gate