Life has taken me again back to pain
And fallen to its delusions I came to Death

"Bestow upon me
A heart of stone,
A soul in dream dead sleep,
A frigid flesh"

Through constant anguish
And masochistic efforts over this tortured self
I was teaching my soul to ignore

The wounded heart up-risen
Fought against this dead torment with radiance
Coming from where THERE IS NO DEATH

Through the shroud of pain I beheld the Two Beauties
Both in gold and dirt
Force fed, I don't choose any fuckin' longer
Being enslaved by what I am and will ever be...

The wounded heart up-risen
Fought against this dead torment with radiance
Coming from where NOTHING IS NOT