Madness dwells behind these walls, and civilization is only
skin deep.
Chaos shrieks in his ears. They're all in there, voices that
cinder entire clans. Sounds that unfreeze the frozen. Keep
him in the dark, that man who walks these dark halls. For he
shows the worlds pain in his eyes. Killing our bliss,
carving our sorrows to stone with every gaze. He gives us
bloody memories with every breath.
Strange feelings haunt us, dance around a discarded
conscience. Stay away from the dark halls to avoid the
monstrosity that is guilt. Martyr of man, he keeps from
sleeping so that we keep on sinning. But he thinks bitter
thoughts. He wants to kill his curse, let his eyelids
reunite after so many years. God bless the martyr of man,
twisted he may be, let him find peace in his padded cell.