Slumbering in swamps   drowned my purest power   for centuries to see   a dawn to come      I watch it every step it takes   as it grabs mu thorned soul   coiled in black ulcers   wounded to feel the pain in joy      Wounded to stand the suffering   and see them be condemned for ever   Hurt to grow black scars   to show them all our might      see them come in bloody streams   formed by living satanic dreams      The sound of humans poundering heart   that stole so many precious moments   is stabbed to silence, and turned to wonder      For us, sounds of lovely pain.      A touch of death stains their souls   Above where angles dwelled   Above all might defenced of life   and whom in every man shall be remembered      Buried in a bloodred doom   No end shall find a key   to set them free and relieve their burdens   Nothing is to be forgiven