Let all i have lived Be as if it were a dream And anoint me with the dew From Lethe's stream. New scars don't exsist Cause they are all the same, They only to obide Is their changing name. Lethe, thy will Shalt cometh and slay The insane pikes In the sewer of my soul away. Choas and order Aren't oppisite states They're toys of a child That it loves and it hates. In the grave No woman you crave At Acheron's shore To Elysium you soar. That I shall forget An old yesterdays grief And that this threnody Inhees my woe's reliefe. O come, o death Your brother of sleep Take me away from My woe and weep. Sometimes we fall in love With a snake of lies But believe her everything when in Her womb our head rest and lays. There is nothing worse Than to live in your own trials As to tread nomadic In anguish haunted miles. Like a falling star I wither away, Silently burn In an unobserved sky.