I lay down in my sleepless somber cradle
Embedded tranquilly in the swirling smoke
And past my eyes there sweep that came to cuddle
The visions of which I never spoke

Inhaling poison I deem fine scenes of glory
A plot of souls in mortal waltz's revealed
A foe disheartened takes his part to slay me
And blood lures free to lusten my cruel greed

An innocence embodied born victim to her weakness
For evil strains engaged the bright for good
And summoned by the light encircle her with darkness
The I appear, and the misery renewed

With pain, for pain, and pain for pain I follow
Those traits of old and urges of the youth
The countless slaughtered, the gratitude, the sorrow,
The call to arms... they all serve an excuse

For there's no enemy awaiting violent redemption
And there's no innocent to trade admire for guilt
No rites to cast, no oaths to keep, no souls to tremble in
ascension
There's only me... and dreams for my deceit