I am rolling in the rotten mud
Temples throbbed with heated blood
Head crowned with wreath, piercing into my soul
Incessantly biting my tongue
Crawling in pain, hunted down by nihility
Father, am I your son?
Want be dead
Clambering on snags, these vicious snags
My eyes are glued up with some burning slag
Rubbing my eyes, escaping the trap of womb
Striving for solace of light
Gaining my sight, I see creatures around me
Doomed to be lost in this night
Want be dead
Maze of filth, I'm doomed to dwell
I am hell and heaven, I'm heaven and hell