My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement   "I'm sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom"   With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul   Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes      This is the coldest hell...      So now I experience a void I know so well   A song of emptiness are fed again   Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity   I am alive but yet so dead      So fucking dead...      Written in blood over a wasteland of bones   Reflected upon a frozen horizon   Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation   With a whiff of desecration and hate      So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground   And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile   Stab these thorns deeper into my heart   And free me from these depressive thoughts      Cleanse me...      Ah...      This is the coldest hell...