Your body possess eyes of great beauty
Grasping the earth for endless life
Beautiful eyes moist with glistening tears
I'll be under the silent, cold rain

Only once can I stand before I walk away
I hold the winter before you
Because I would break if I was without you
I hold it until death wraps itself around me

Drain deeper from my wounds
Bruising me with their depth
I am left to yearn the passion I used to possess
Yet it evades me like a remedy for poison

Fire within me descends
Strings still attached
Oh, sweet death, perforates my soul
Before I feel her
As salt for my wounds

Wreath of nails hold apart
The flesh that is now parted
I hate myself
For being weak enough to faint

Bloodstained are my hands
Fill my chalice
Full of endeavour
I am so alone

My hands are like
A great river of death
I seduce pain and clasp nettles to my arms
More pain coming from within than from outside
No peace for me in death
All the world turns to ice in my eyes
My lamentation is long
Recalling a past when I had a home

From my temple
There is no comfort
For that
I will soon be absent

Cast your charms
Inebriate my soul
Yet I know you will
Crush me again
Still
I pledge to myself
Of your innocence

Also I grieve for love sometimes,
When I think of it
Even so
I know
Only writhe I shall achieve