The self-mutilation   Necrosis of the soul   Dark is the shadows of life   Hot as Hell      You take the matters into your own hands   From now on it's downhill   A single candle burns -   In the vast consuming darkness   Uplifting like a funeral      Through these years you were created   In the void between life and death   A shimmering blade shreds through his flesh   At the peak of his night - time bliss   Misanthropes, kings and queens   And a painful vision of Hell      It burns   The blisters on your hands   So nebulous, dark as December      You should be dead by now   Lost in time and space   But you push the limits further   You hate the human race