Subjected nevermore, to the whims of the dying   Steal their flesh, from the pool of the lying   Injected more, erythematous moisture   Beyond high, by the chosen kind   Feel it, to breathe evermore   Of the wicked of the world, where processions' end   Subjected nevermore, to the fears of the dying   Feel their high, attempts to allude   Your flesh will sigh, in the midst of moisture   One sect more for the chosen kind   Can you feel it? Can you feel their high?   Feel it! Breathe evermore!   Breathe from the chosen kind, then lie back down   Feel their high and breathe evermore   End your search for the nevermore