Like a criminal to the crime horizon

I return there in a mazochistic urge-

To taste my own unholied blood again

Mixed with dying tears,

It burns my soul like the deepest hell.

Once again I drow in dark shades,

Leave the world behind the iron door.

I close my eyes and feel

The scratches on the wall.

I bring the pain into me,

Silent the cry within,

My whole being- Filled again with

My Divine Sin.